Growing up in the Midwest, I experienced something that those born and living in sunny California have not: seasons. A Midwestern July, for example, is incredibly hot and sticky, approaching 100 degrees Fahrenheit and humid. During summer, tall grey clouds frequently appear, pouring buckets of water and shooting spears of fire at houses. In September and October, leaves do a strange thing — they acquire yellow, orange, and red hues, then leap gracefully toward the ground from their usual habitat. Between the months of November and February, fluffy white stuff falls from the sky and slippery puddles develop on the ground. At times, you may find your car covered in a glassy material that must be removed before you can drive it. In the City by the Bay, I haven’t detected such seasonal changes. These drawings are my best approximation of what I’ve observed in San Francisco.