I love the heat.
I love how hot it is right now. I love walking out the door and being enveloped by this sudden embrace of heat, feeling the sweat start to bead above my lip and lapping at the salt of it. I love the humidity that makes the air feel hotter, that makes me feel like I'm moving through water, like I could drink the air.
I love going home and refusing to turn on sniffle-inducing air conditioning. I love stripping down to undies, not in need of socks, cotton robes, down throws, or any of the layers that get me through the sluggish, horrible dry winter. I snicker as my damp skin slips and slides against any vinyl surface I touch.
I love dragging cold leftovers out of the fridge for dinner, leaving them for ten minutes on the countertop until they come to satisfying eating temperature, no microwave needed, a pitcher of cold water and a glass of cold sweet tea to accompany dinner.
I love running outside to the pool, stepping down into the water that's been baking in the day's heat until it's nearly bathwater, no need to get used to a chill water shock, and moving weightless through the warmth of it, swimming like I'm dancing through air.
I love sleeping under a single cotton sheet at night, still wet from the pool, chlorine smell in my hair, a fan blowing over the bed, my thoughts a happy, astonished litany of I'm not cold, I'm not cold, I'm not cold, at last I'm no longer cold.
Go ahead, throw things at me. I don't care, I'm too happy right now.
I love how hot it is right now. I love walking out the door and being enveloped by this sudden embrace of heat, feeling the sweat start to bead above my lip and lapping at the salt of it. I love the humidity that makes the air feel hotter, that makes me feel like I'm moving through water, like I could drink the air.
I love going home and refusing to turn on sniffle-inducing air conditioning. I love stripping down to undies, not in need of socks, cotton robes, down throws, or any of the layers that get me through the sluggish, horrible dry winter. I snicker as my damp skin slips and slides against any vinyl surface I touch.
I love dragging cold leftovers out of the fridge for dinner, leaving them for ten minutes on the countertop until they come to satisfying eating temperature, no microwave needed, a pitcher of cold water and a glass of cold sweet tea to accompany dinner.
I love running outside to the pool, stepping down into the water that's been baking in the day's heat until it's nearly bathwater, no need to get used to a chill water shock, and moving weightless through the warmth of it, swimming like I'm dancing through air.
I love sleeping under a single cotton sheet at night, still wet from the pool, chlorine smell in my hair, a fan blowing over the bed, my thoughts a happy, astonished litany of I'm not cold, I'm not cold, I'm not cold, at last I'm no longer cold.
Go ahead, throw things at me. I don't care, I'm too happy right now.
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Date: 2010-07-08 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-08 12:14 am (UTC)Gorram summer.
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Date: 2010-07-08 12:29 am (UTC)And I love going outside and shoveling snow, stripped down to mittens and shirtsleeves and not sweating, at all-- being able to work as hard as I want and still having my upper lip stay perfectly dry. I love having perfect skin, dry as paper to touch but moving smoothly and easily and not a pore visible. I love how all my joints swing easier in the cold, and my hands are nimble and small, not swollen up like sausages and tender to the touch.
I love going to bed in a frigid room under a mound of covers, and feeling the cold sheets against my bare legs as my body heat slowly warms a pocket of air around me. I love how deeply I sleep, and how loose and supple all my muscles are when I wake, in a room where the ambient air I'm breathing is at least forty degrees colder than the thin pocket of air against my skin. (A sixty degree difference is not too much. Fifteen degrees is the minimum I need to sleep at all.)
And I even love going out in weather that is actually too cold-- you know, negative 29, 30, the point where you stop feeling the differences because it's all just 'cold'-- because when you've gotten thoroughly chilled all the way to the bone, you can come inside and warm up and feel alive like never before, with your blood flowing and your skin flushed and your heart racing and still not one drop of sweat. I love that so much.
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Date: 2010-07-08 12:47 am (UTC)(my bff - who irony of ironies grew up in Soviet Union - is pretty much exactly the same as you when it comes to heat vs cold! In the Dominican Republic, I was SLAMMED IN THE FACE BY THE HUMIDITY and she breathed in and said breezily 'mmm, it's not quite hot enough. I'll keep my hoodie on!' I'm like 'DUDE THE TAR IS STICKY. I NEED BEACH, STAT.')
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Date: 2010-07-08 12:58 am (UTC)As for throwing things at you, can I chuck all our local humidity your way?
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Date: 2010-07-08 01:01 am (UTC)I wouldn't mind the humidity but I'll bet my neighbors would be mighty mad. ^_^
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Date: 2010-07-08 01:57 am (UTC)How many days until fall? Now fall I can wax poetic about. *g*
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Date: 2010-07-08 09:14 am (UTC)Except the bit where it suckers you with a warm morning then drops the temperature abruptly as you kick yourself for not wearing warmer clothing.
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Date: 2010-07-11 10:00 am (UTC)sorry! Now with non-buggered html...
Date: 2010-07-08 03:08 am (UTC)This!
Except for the bit about chlorine. If I slept with chlorine!hair, I'd wake to a rat's-nest of EPIC proportions!
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:21 am (UTC)I too sleep with a single sheet.
I like being barefoot at home,
not wearing cumbersome gloves,
socks, winter coats, gloves,
sweaters.
I like the long daylight hours.
I drink tons of water, and my
meals are of fresh corn, strawberries,
and other fresh fruits and vegetables.
I have a simple salad in the evening.
Or zwiegles white hotdogs, or a small
steak.
I used to have a pool, but no longer
where I live. I do have a balcony,
and enjoy sitting out at night,
sipping wine, and looking at the stars.
I like the quiet whisper of my a/c
when I arrive home.
If one knows how to dress, how to prepare,
how to move about in the hot heat,
its doable.
I absolutely detest winter.
I hate being cold.
Only when I am inside, on a day off,
drinking cocoa is it tolerable.
Nice post.
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Date: 2010-07-11 10:03 am (UTC)*embraces fellow heat-lover*
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:28 am (UTC)I miss the west coast, where 26C is OMG HEATWAVE of epic proportions and there's almost always a breeze off the ocean. This stuff we have here makes me feel gross and icky and I can never sleep at night.
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:38 am (UTC)...
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I love you far too much to throw things at you. Just know that I kinda want to. Even whilst hugging you.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:11 am (UTC)I have yet to turn on my AC and probably won't unless it breaks 100.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:48 am (UTC)I can't say for sure (even if I have met you), but I somehow doubt you've ever had to carry around an excess 60+ pounds while fighting the heat. Nothing like swollen ankles to add to the pleasantries. That's why most of us on the flist are miserable, I think.
That said, an excess of 60 lbs can make for a more pleasant winter - there's a *reason* polar bears and seals are fat. Lolls about in the cool weather, happily. :D
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:29 pm (UTC)And mustn't forget pregnancy! That'll make heat much less pleasant.
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 07:26 am (UTC)Still, just reading you post makes me feel the heat over here even more. Argh, I hate summer.
Also, I used to be like you. :)
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Date: 2010-07-08 10:06 am (UTC)Actually, I'll agree with you about the pool. Back when I lived with my mom (and back when she had a pool, before she moved) she could never afford to run the heater, but that didn't really matter in the height of summer. It was only bathwater temperature for the top few inches, but that was good enough, and after swimming around for a bit, it felt deliciously cool. I miss that pool. [nostalgic sigh]
Angie
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:41 pm (UTC)