last night was stinking hot. the heat kept building pressure then finally errupted into a massive thunderstorm. while i get that sleeping in excessive heat is unpleasant, i can't help but really enjoy it. there's something special about coping with extreme heat (or extreme cold); i like that it makes opportunities to create memories - "remember the time we slept head-to-toe in the bed because i found it easier to sleep closer to the fan?" i remember sleeping on the floor of our hallway when i was a kid because we had one big square fan to blow into all three rooms. i remember in my first apartment i had to shower twice a day to keep cool and i tacked a towel over the door into the corridor so that i could get a cross-breeze. i don't remember moderate weather. i remember nights that are so hot that i don't need any covers and i lay splayed out on the bed. these are my favourite nights. this is in part why i love summer so much. it's not so much about comfort, its about doing things outside the norm in order to find comfort. running thru the sprinklers at the water park. wearing unusually revealing clothing - if any at all! doing nothing all day but lie on the balcony listening to an audio book along side the kitties.
yesterday i glanced over at honey. she was lying on her favourite chair with this look of complete and utter contentedness. it made me happy. in the winter she often whines and scratches at the patio door pleading to be let outside. sometimes, to prove a point, we open the door and let her experience the cold and the blowing snow. she then looks crestfallen and whines some more. when i saw her face yesterday i knew that... right there, her lying in the sun with the summer breeze blowing over her... THAT was exactly what she longs for.
i know that summer is not everyone's favourite season. which is fine, to each their own. but it's mine.we are in the deep and thick of the season i love. i am most at peace in the summer. in a season like this it's almost impossible to feel anything other than everything is going to be ok.
yesterday i glanced over at honey. she was lying on her favourite chair with this look of complete and utter contentedness. it made me happy. in the winter she often whines and scratches at the patio door pleading to be let outside. sometimes, to prove a point, we open the door and let her experience the cold and the blowing snow. she then looks crestfallen and whines some more. when i saw her face yesterday i knew that... right there, her lying in the sun with the summer breeze blowing over her... THAT was exactly what she longs for.
i know that summer is not everyone's favourite season. which is fine, to each their own. but it's mine.we are in the deep and thick of the season i love. i am most at peace in the summer. in a season like this it's almost impossible to feel anything other than everything is going to be ok.
barefoot on a summer night.
2 comments:
Scott and I were just talking about the seasons yesterday and how we don't remember caring about the heat when we were kids. When you're a kid you're just happy to be out of school, playing outside, or swimming. He isn't a fan of it when he's working in the heat and I don't like it so much when I'm trying to sleep. I love it when I get the opportunity to swim, though. Early fall is my favourite time of the year.
Marlene
we're definitely not climatized to the heat. in cambodia where it was abover 40 every day, the locals wore jeans and long sleeve shirts! meanwhile, we were melting. that heat was unrelenting.
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