Southern California is weird. We know it’s winter when we need to wear slippers to wash the dishes. When we have to dust off our umbrellas and remind ourselves (and others) to drive more carefull in the rain. When coats and jackets are unearthed that our Midwestern cousins would openly mock for their lightness. While others are shoveling snow and lining up the layers, we’re feeling chilled when the thermometer drops to double nickels.
But we really know it’s winter when the performances slow down a bit, and you can almost hear the hum of rehearsals and production prep as performing orgs all over the Southland gear up for a riotous spring. It’s an almost metaphysical rumbling that foretells good things.