As a writer I believe I should use this platform from time to time to tackle significant and poignant issues. In this vein, I have decided to write about the weather.
Many people have a preferred climate. And most have a favorite season. I like autumn. I like clouds, sweaters and a slight chill in the air.
I do not like summer.
I grew up in Memphis where the summers are brutal. Air-conditioning was the only thing that made summer bearable. My genteel Southern grandmother used to say, “Horses sweat, gentlemen perspire and ladies glow.” She was wrong. Horses, men and women sweat – a lot. You can’t walk around the block in Memphis before 10:00 at night without sweating. And the hot, humid air comes to rest on you and envelopes you.
Maybe this is why I like autumn so much. Those first cool nights signaled the end of summer.
Then I lived in England. Summer wasn’t so bad there. Because in England summer is, more or less, like autumn to the rest of us. People wear sweaters in summer. I once had to light the woodstove in August because we were so cold. And the sun is not such an issue. It seems the weather report was often “partly cloudy” or “partly sunny” – which I could never quite figure out, as that seems pretty much the same to me.
I enjoyed the English summers because, like I said, they were really just lightweight autumns.
Now I live in Colorado. There is none of the Memphis humidity. None at all, in fact. My husband reminds me that we live in a semi-arid climate. My dry skin often reminds me of the same. And it’s not usually “partly cloudy” or “partly sunny” here as it was in England. The summers are almost always sunny and hot. That is all well and good if you like glaring sunshine. I do not.
Maybe I should move to the mountains. Or Alaska.
The British say that if you drink hot tea, you will sweat, and it will cool you down. (Here we are back to sweat again). This seems an unnecessary path to take in order to cool down. I much prefer air-conditioning, swamp coolers or fans.
I guess there is no avoiding summer. I could quit my job, somehow become independently wealthy and travel around the world looking for an endless autumn. But it might get boring to always have the same season. So this summer, I’ll just have to sweat it out.