A Summer to Endure
In the middle of summer heat, we’re all waiting for the weather to break. What does that exactly mean? It sounds like we’re playing a cosmic game of chicken with our continental climate. Once it breaks, there’s a collective sigh of relief, like we’ve won. Although we can’t say it didn’t try.
Didn’t you, summer?
You pushed scalding sun rays against the house, forcing us to keep the drapes closed, so the leather chair in the living room doesn’t turn into a frying pan. You tried to fill the basement with humidity, but we conquered that with dehumidifiers that took the tongue-swelling mugginess and turned it into clear water. You made hay, and we cut it down on sweaty Saturday mornings, firing up lawn mowers early to beat the heat. You sent your high and low systems, and we thought maybe we won’t open the window that night. You pushed your way through every crease and crack in the window frames and doors and vents, and I turned on the air conditioner.
You got me there, summer heat. But when you finally break, I’ll still be here.
