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It's a Much Cooler Summer Down Here than Usual...
Like, when we Georgians are ass-deep in July like this, it’s often starkly, unbearably hot with a heavy dose of humidity. The temperatures often climb to 110*F+. Between 9am and 10am is your last reprieve for the day, if you’re lucky.
But this year, it’s hardly gotten higher than 98-99*F. The humidity stays at such a low, manageable level that I can hardly remember the last time I needed my inhaler after a walk.
There’s a nice, lovely, cool wind breezing through and it feels absolutely phenomenal as I walk through it.
I know it’s…it feels like all the world is falling apart over and over again and uncertainty remains a huge part of my life after spending so much of my youth trying to purge it (and I know such uncertainty is part of many of our lives).
But I wonder if this nicer, better summer weather is just a bit of a reprieve, a bit of a gift.
If so, it feels like quite the nice gift.
But this year, it’s hardly gotten higher than 98-99*F. The humidity stays at such a low, manageable level that I can hardly remember the last time I needed my inhaler after a walk.
There’s a nice, lovely, cool wind breezing through and it feels absolutely phenomenal as I walk through it.
I know it’s…it feels like all the world is falling apart over and over again and uncertainty remains a huge part of my life after spending so much of my youth trying to purge it (and I know such uncertainty is part of many of our lives).
But I wonder if this nicer, better summer weather is just a bit of a reprieve, a bit of a gift.
If so, it feels like quite the nice gift.