Everything, Nothing, and I'm a Middle Child

The weather has been absolutely beautiful this summer.

Until about a week ago that is.

Stunning, really. It was in the low to mid-eighties (26 or so for you Celsius types) with cool breezes and even cooler evenings and very low humidity. I started wearing my summer hats a while back, but I could still wear shirt sleeves without being carried away by uncontrollable urges to randomly wrench my clothes off my body in public places.

I thrilled at this beautiful summer we were having.

[cue appropriate music, perhaps w/ a rain stick, sounds of waves pounding the beach & steel drums in the background - all cut short with, hmm - one harsh beating of deep piano keys just left to echo and fade....]

And then it was over. To be over until, unfortunately, the end of October really. It's now hotter'n'hell. Over 100 degrees in the afternoons. And it's humid. Absolutely gross, I can feel this heavy air hanging in my lungs, pressing down against my body as if it wanted to physically depress me. It's a third entity in our home now; a child really, that we must somehow appease in order to make life bearable.

Ah yes, I enjoyed my summer of open windows and beautiful breezes. Now, just as proudly as I opened the windows previously, I walk in my door, throw down my keys and humbly flip on the A/C.

Of course, the A/C only works for the room that it is in, constraining us further not to leave the one chosen room of sanity.

Nature, I'll see you in October - once you're finished with your temper tantrum.