All winter, my bus stop (that’s it above) is in complete shadow. Although today’s high will be 70º, the forecast also tells me it will be in the low 40s when I go out to wait for my bus. Add the shade and a morning breeze, and I’m in for a brisk wait.
But–come summer, that selfsame bus stop will be bathed in full sun from morning until night.
I can assure you, the irony will not be lost on me as I stand, shivering, under those trees.