Now, of course, there are some nice summer days in Ireland but in my experience they are in the minority—occuring rarely enough to be remarked upon. When the sun does comes out to play it's glorious and Dublin instantly looks ten times prettier. But there are days and days of gray, various shades of wet, and temperatures that make the concept of wearing a T-shirt feel like a fantasy.
There are some people, times and places you miss all your life, even if you're glad you've moved on. I'll always treasure the years I spent in Dublin and I'm guessing that even when I'm seventy-eight an overcast sky and some certain immeasurable quality about the air will yank my mind back there and make those times feel like just yesterday.