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Those are some evocative images.
I love the fireplace smoke on a cool night, too.
A little one that I've come to enjoy is that first time you sit on a bench or other concrete object outside and it's cooler than you are; it feels as though sitting too long will sap the heat right out of your whole body.
In a similar vein, that first time you walk out of the sun's light and feel a chill in the shade.
There's an...anger...in the atmosphere when it's hot. The heat in the air, which might feel so appealing in the spring, becomes a constant assault on the soul by July. The days are so fiery that there's no relief at night, no respite. I've come to embrace this season, however, as it's the beginning of my favorite time of year. In the scathing and raw inferno of summer, such things as early Halloween merchandise on the shelves and carving a watermelon-o-lantern fly in the face of the heat boring into your happiness. Further, it also serves as the passageway to Fall. Sometimes, a day comes when the temperature drops 30 degrees from a cold front, and the angry heat never recovers its full strength. Other times, it's more subtle, and you find yourself outside on an evening realizing that the heat, like an old toothache, a pain by which you've been held hostage for so long, has quietly, mysteriously...vanished. The world is calm. The anger is gone. You can breathe again.
And then about 3 weeks later, you start seeing the stinking ads for the cruise lines and resorts, hawking opportunities to "get away from the cold dreary weather". Jeeze, folks.
I love the fireplace smoke on a cool night, too.
A little one that I've come to enjoy is that first time you sit on a bench or other concrete object outside and it's cooler than you are; it feels as though sitting too long will sap the heat right out of your whole body.
In a similar vein, that first time you walk out of the sun's light and feel a chill in the shade.
There's an...anger...in the atmosphere when it's hot. The heat in the air, which might feel so appealing in the spring, becomes a constant assault on the soul by July. The days are so fiery that there's no relief at night, no respite. I've come to embrace this season, however, as it's the beginning of my favorite time of year. In the scathing and raw inferno of summer, such things as early Halloween merchandise on the shelves and carving a watermelon-o-lantern fly in the face of the heat boring into your happiness. Further, it also serves as the passageway to Fall. Sometimes, a day comes when the temperature drops 30 degrees from a cold front, and the angry heat never recovers its full strength. Other times, it's more subtle, and you find yourself outside on an evening realizing that the heat, like an old toothache, a pain by which you've been held hostage for so long, has quietly, mysteriously...vanished. The world is calm. The anger is gone. You can breathe again.
And then about 3 weeks later, you start seeing the stinking ads for the cruise lines and resorts, hawking opportunities to "get away from the cold dreary weather". Jeeze, folks.