It is 6am here on the Coast of Illinois
and the temperature is already near 80, humidity in the triple
digits. (Yes, triple digits. That's when it is so humid you can
actually watch the moisture squeeze onto plants...)
look closely. you can actually see the droplets forming. even in a still picture... |
We were fools in that earlier time.
never thought we would see these again... |
Now, older and sweatier, we understand.
Summer is here. If not calenderly, then
at least in a temperate manner.
can't you hear them singing...Hot Hot Hot..... |
I, for one, am thrilled.
There is nothing better than sitting on
the deck in those early morning moments, eating breakfast, sipping
coffee – which still manages to get cold despite the thermonuclear
power of the rising sun – watching the cat melt into the deck as
the squirrels desicrate the bird feeder.
I long to absorb every once of
humidity, every bit, until my hair is so frizzy I can barely fit
through the door. I delight in the dampness on my skin from the sheer
effort of turning the page of the book I am reading. I consider it a
free cleaning when my glasses fog to opacity when I exit the
air-conditioned space of home to get to the car and then, in reverse
from car to house.
Because in just a few short months it
will be winter again and that person who lamented the slowness of
summer only to immediately bitch about the heat and humidity, will
return to their giant puffy coat and whine about heating bills.
Enjoy the moment!
to me, nothing simultaneously says cool shade and pourable humidity like these leaves. |
(this brief, slightly griping post brought to you by a little too much sun exposure while reading in the sun...)
Nope, mope, nope, nope, nope! LOL...I hate high humidity. I lived when it was cool enough to sit on our back deck in the morning and then later in the afternoon. Now the morning sun bakes it and the day is too hot and humid for afternoon enjoyment.
ReplyDeleteI have only every lived where it is humid. So ready to try something new!
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