It's Getting Hot in Here
I love August.
First, it's my birthday month. Start shopping now. My birthday is August 29.
Second, it's summer-time, which means it's HOT. I love the heat. The past two days have become a bit "oppressive" in the city, but all in all the summer heat is one of the things I've come to love about August.
I walk outside and it feels like I have a blanket wrapped around me. On humid days it's a moist blanket. The sun warms (and tans) my face. I'm reminded of recently living in Mississippi, which was VERY hot for a good portion of the year. I remember summers at home when I was growing up in the country. We didn't have air-conditioning and cooled ourselves by laying on the cool grass or sitting in the breeze of a tree. There was also a pond on our farm, and we would float around in inner-tubes in the water.
I've recently come to love the beach. The waves. The sand. The sun. What's not to love. The beach is a real vacation for me only if it's a few hours. I don't take my laptop to the beach, only my lap. I love to simply sit and read or listen to music and nap.
Sometimes people talk about the heat and say they are "cooking" or "baking" in the summer-sun. I like the cooking analogy. During the summer I think something is usually cooking or baking inside of me. There is a time of preparation from a well-crafted recipe. Then the ideas, the feelings, and the anticipations can cook for a while until they are ready to be served to myself or maybe to the rest of the world.
First, it's my birthday month. Start shopping now. My birthday is August 29.
Second, it's summer-time, which means it's HOT. I love the heat. The past two days have become a bit "oppressive" in the city, but all in all the summer heat is one of the things I've come to love about August.
I walk outside and it feels like I have a blanket wrapped around me. On humid days it's a moist blanket. The sun warms (and tans) my face. I'm reminded of recently living in Mississippi, which was VERY hot for a good portion of the year. I remember summers at home when I was growing up in the country. We didn't have air-conditioning and cooled ourselves by laying on the cool grass or sitting in the breeze of a tree. There was also a pond on our farm, and we would float around in inner-tubes in the water.
I've recently come to love the beach. The waves. The sand. The sun. What's not to love. The beach is a real vacation for me only if it's a few hours. I don't take my laptop to the beach, only my lap. I love to simply sit and read or listen to music and nap.
Sometimes people talk about the heat and say they are "cooking" or "baking" in the summer-sun. I like the cooking analogy. During the summer I think something is usually cooking or baking inside of me. There is a time of preparation from a well-crafted recipe. Then the ideas, the feelings, and the anticipations can cook for a while until they are ready to be served to myself or maybe to the rest of the world.
posted by barbara at 11:26 AM
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