I've been in England on and off for the last few months. I'm headed back to Philly soon and I'm already dreading the adjustment. Here it is a pleasant 67 degrees. There it is 96. Here when I wake up in the morning I say hello to the two horses who graze outside my window. There I have a direct view at the air conditioner. Here I work at the Bodleian's Duke Humphrey's Library where this is my view. There I sit atop a weak fan and stare at a jar of Sharpies. Most of my dread is climatological and aesthetic, I realize. But I've come to love Oxford and the country surrounds. Here's to hoping it becomes a more permanant Neither Snow summer home.