Ah, there’s the heat now. Wet, warm air that wraps around you, slows you down, amplifies the sun’s heat, penetrates your being. And yes, the cold of a week ago is a distant memory indeed.
A couple days ago, I heard someone ask why Minnesotans are so stoic about the freezing cold temperatures of our unending winters, but so wimpy about a little heat and humidity. It’s a good question. After some pondering, I concluded it’s because, being exposed to both extremes, we are well-suited to know that hot and humid is far worse than cold.
But I’m not complaining. I’ve even come to love this weather. Even the constant dampness of my brow is okay, because with it comes eating chunks of cool melon with Neil Young playing soft on the radio.
I like this season because it forces you to slow down. It is good to stroll, it is good to take a break after activity and sit and drink a glass of water, it is good to let the heat loosen your muscles and joints like a sauna.
Sun on the sidewalk
Hazy skies a distant blue
Like January
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