October and November are my favorite months of the year most anywhere in the world. Except for possibly March in Damascus.
Here in Tucson, these months are my salvation. It's only now that the weather is finally cooling down. The sun is still shining strong, but there's a crisp chill in the air that takes the edge off the heat. In other words, you can finally exercise outdoors again during daylight hours. Even now, we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of a bike trailer for little Miriam Damascus so that we can go on family bike rides on the Rillito path near our home.
If it weren't for Tucson's delicious winters, I don't think anyone would stay for the summer. I certainly wouldn't. (Well, technically I don't, so far. We were in Jordan for this one.)
It's almost like childbirth - in the middle of labor, in the heat of summer, you swear you will never go through this again. But then the monsoons come, time passes, the weather cools down, your memory fades, and you talk yourself into one more time.