Stockholm, you tease. For nearly two weeks you’ved led me to believe that you are perpetually sunny and glorious, with crisp, early-fall temperatures in the refreshing mid-50s — perfect for walking miles upon miles, because with such lovely weather there is simply no other way to travel. But today? 40s and dark and rainy? Why would you do this to me so early in our relationship, with so many months still to go? And on a Monday. We’re fighting.