He was far too disciplined to shiver in the cool breeze, but internally he acknowledged that San Francisco would never feel warm enough. Although the day would pass for "sunny" by the standards of the city, the feeble rays of Earth's star paled in comparison to the fiery blaze of Vulcan's sun. He did not regret choosing Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy. But his beloved desert sun had been the price he'd had to pay for this self-imposed exile from Vulcan's warmth.