Summer
The weather has turned very warm here–it’s still uncharacteristically cold at night, but during the day, I seek to be in shorts as much of the time as possible. As a young adult, I wore tennis shoes a lot, and always with socks, because my feet felt uncouth and naked without them. I watched women running around in shorts and flipflops or strappy shoes, and decided I’d like to do that, and have since–now I feel wierd wearing tennis shoes and socks with shorts.
The sky, devoid of clouds, reminds me of the weather I experienced in San Jose, CA, when I visited there for a week in the summer of 2000. Thereafter, whenever I was in a lush green place with a bright azure sky above, I’d call it California weather. Now, living on a hillside amidst the trees, a light breeze wafting in the living room window, a broad expanse of sky above, I love imagining I’m there again.
In the Pacific Northwest, where I grew up, we’d have a short stint of sun for a couple of weeks in June, and then it would cloud up again until the middle of July. I’d always joke, when people commented that the 4th of July was cloudy, “Well, we had our allotment of sun already for the year.” Rueful chuckling would ensue.
I will begin bemoaning the sun in August and September, when the air is a lot dustier, smoggier, and oppressive with heat nearing 100°F. For now, it’s warm without being overly so, and I love it.
