Hot Damn
I love this heat.
I hear everyone else complaining, but not me. Bring it on baby.
I’ve been waiting all year for this. I’m convinced that a mild spring contibuted to my funk. But now, it seems, summer has arrived. And not a moment too soon.
The way the air is thicker, the plants seem greener. It makes me feel alive. I should move to Florida. All I need is a job down there. If anyone is looking for a Network Engineer/part-time writer/part-time photographer/half ass web designer just let me know.
I can’t wait to walk back out the door and feel the sun beat down on me. To feel the beads of sweat form at my hairline, to remind me that I’m alive!
I should go down to the city. There is nothing like the city in summertime. At night, long after the sun has gone down, heat still radiates from the asphalt and the bricks.
But even if I don’t make downtown, which a probably won’t, I should make a point of sitting out on my deck tonight, after sunset. Just sit there and soak it in. Hell, I might even pick up some near-beer for the occasion.
This is what I live for.
