Houston looks of winter long before it feels of winter. The sky turns gray, the trees bare, but still the temperature hovers around 70-85 degrees.

Winter is marked not by temperature but by the dull wet look of everything.

The weatherman is telling me by Thanksgiving the temperatures may fall as low as 41 at night. It’s November 22nd, I’ve worn my coat twice this year, I only needed it once. I’ve come to think of wearing my coat as a special occasion.

In Houston a couple of times a year, the weather treats us to a day where hard works is required to produce a sweat. Houston typically makes sweating an easy exercise; breathing is all it takes to give you a good sheen.

I’m looking forward to a few days at the end of the week when Houston will look and feel in sync.