Tuesday, August 13, 2019

The Other New York





Tis the season of hot, nasty humid days, followed by nights of heavy fog and mornings of misty scarves shrouding the river. It is a love hate thing with me. It isn't winter and that is a blessing, but I just don't do well in hot, soggy weather.

Every year when winter lingers into what should be spring I wonder how the heck could I ever be ready for fall to roll around. And then the dew point rises and the air gets soupy, and I remember.....I miss oxygen....

4 comments:

Jan said...

We don't have humidity but do have some triple digit days. I just take an ice cold shower to remind myself to be grateful for the dog days.

Cathy said...

LOVE YOUR TAKE ON THIS! You describe perfectly my feelings about this wonderful, sometimes-challenging season.

Terry and Linda said...

I always love your posts. Even in our 100+ weather I STILL LOVE SUMMER...although, Terry says he melts and turns into a puddle. :)

I LOVE YOUR RAINBOW

threecollie said...

Jan, thank God we rarely see even the high nineties. Must be horrible!

Cathy, we have been feeling so miserable every day

Linda, I think of you every single time I see one.