No spring, no summer

I commented earlier about how my travels had left me without any experience of spring because during the prime spring months I was mostly in countries that were immersed in heat. And now it feels like I am missing out on summer--that is the summer of camping and hiking, of long days outside in the woods--because I am stuck in this desert hellhole. No spring, no summer. If that's not a metaphor for my life, I don't know what is.