Hot. Steamy, muggy heat. Scorching, blasting, roasting, burning heat. People hide from this kind of heat.
But think of where we’ll be in five months. When we are buried to our butts in snow and ice, mourning another day below 0℉, and zipping up our snow pants so we can shovel all afternoon, we will recall fondly this heat.
We’ll agree that spring must be coming, and the world will warm up. We’ll forget that blasted heat. Rarely, when humans consider weather, do we stop to enjoy what we have right now: the hot, stifling, humid, oppressive, almost unbearable heat; the snowy, frozen, bitter, cold. I sit outside, sometime during each day, and inhale the heat. Otherwise, I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
Muggy, stinky heat.
Why can’t this heat go away?
Soon, too soon, it will.