sweater weather

i'm in the panhandle of florida which is the absolute furthest south you can go while still getting seasons. however, these seasons are, like animals in the process of house training, indecisive, finicky, and annoying. we're deep in the throes of autumn, the titular "sweater weather", and yet every day is like a miniature season of its own. the morning may be autumnal, sure, but wait a few hours and you are plunged deep into summer heat. the light jacket that was once your best friend has now betrayed you. the long-sleeved t-shirt you thought to be a prudent idea is now seen as a foolish venture. the man sitting next to me looks like andrew garfield