The Mentalist was like summer for me, in the previous seasons. It was always sunny, they showed us the lovely California. But even in this paradise, there was still something dark and creepy and everybody knew, that Red John was around, that he could be this not to special looking man, that it could be Partidge, Bertram, or just everybody, who was around. 
It had this special atmosphere, like a hot, dry somerday. It was like a beatiful world in the area of Sacramento, where crime and murder stood in opposite to everything else. 
The show was like that, a long time ago. But now, this feeling is gone and it's just a show beside a million others. 
But I still like to rember, this good old days, I will not forget them.