The Greenway was free and clear, the stars were out, the air was cool at 60 degrees, the ventilation reaching my armpits and crotch was perfect, and I even had time to stop for a bite.
But I am looking forward to the very height of summer. I want long days. Cicadas buzzing their brains out. Stinking profusions of life. Not even life, really, but the point in summer where things are mostly dead and decaying in the heat and humidity. I want to accidentally eat at least one bug per mile on my bike to work. I want the rate of youths yelling "fag" at me to go up to a rate of once or twice a week, in another indicator of summer. I want odd nighttime encounters with all the weird people who seem not to be around the rest of the year.
I like those days when not only are the days hot, but the nights are hot too. Hot enough to sit on a beach at midnight in a tee shirt and shorts. I like when it is so hot that your drink is sweating and you fantasize about iced coffee all day. I can’t wait to go camping and look up at the summer triangle and the Perseid meteor shower and hear mystery animals making mystery noises in the dry brush.
But this kind of weather is nice while it lasts. Sweater weather is precious and I’ll definitely enjoy it while I can.
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