So it’s been oppressive here for weeks. The humidity would make an anaconda from the Amazon sweat. The brief rain showers has the effect of a giant steamer. My brain has turned to a gelatinous mess, causing me to forget a thought mid-sentence or stumble around the neighborhood in a daze. To sum it up, as my friend from Troy, Alabama, would say, “It’s hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock under a space heater.”
On that note, in an effort to meet summer halfway, I’m thinking about what’s so great about the season.
- Gorgeous flowers like these growing straight out of the asphalt.
- I don’t have to take on and off a hat, coat, scarf, gloves and boots five times a day.
- My skin kinda glows. (Maybe it’s sweat)
- The Grand Army Plaza farmer’s market.
- Going into the cocoon of a dark, cool movie theater never feels better.
- The Shore without a share.
- With all due respect to my Georgia peeps, the peaches from New Jersey are delicious. Really!
- Showing off a new pedi in new sandals.
- Those lollipop weeds that look like cottony puff-balls.
- Fall is around the corner.
Why do you love summer? Post it below. If my neurons are still functioning, I’ll read it. (And if you have a pool, I’m on my way.)