The world is going to end because it feels like spring time in Los Angeles.
I can't remember the last time it actually felt like spring here, where everything is just right. You can wear boots, or sandals and still be okay. It's pretty and sunny. It's not the in-yo-face kind of sunny. The cherry blossoms in front of my house are in full bloom.
I don't mean to sound like pessimist, but it does worry me that the climate is not normal. Despite the agreeable weather, I can't help but feel fucked.