I’m not a big fan of hot. And I’m definitely not a fan of humid. But even I have to admit that on summer days, a bit of hot and humid can be nice for those sunset walks on the beach, a nice picnic in the park, or a lovely dip in the ocean or pool. Summer sun and fun, right? That’s one thing. But when it comes to autumn, my very favorite season, I expect that lightness of atmosphere that indicates a low humidity along with a temperature somewhere in the realm of not balmy, so that when the sun shines, it’s crisp and cool. I like the fall nip in the air, it lightens my step and lifts my spirit.
Since moving to New England, one of the things I’ve really enjoyed has been the seasons. We get them all: a delightful awakening in Spring, a (blessedly short) sunny Summer for fun down on the Cape, a crisp and cool Fall, and a snowy and fireside romance Winter. It’s blissful. After years of living in single season Florida, it’s nice to live somewhere with seasonal changes that include more than your palm trees turning brown for a couple weeks each year.
So yesterday’s bizarro world weather really stuck in my craw. And I can say that because it reminded me of Florida and all that I didn’t like about the weather there; yesterday was humid and murky, with that sort of “air you can wear” that makes your skin feel slimy and makes you gasp for air like a fat fish out of water (without the flopping about). It wasn’t at all crisp or cool (or even blustery, Pooh), it was sickeningly balmy. The weather guy promises that this freakish weather will be gone by this evening, and all I can say is that I certainly hope so. I don’t know about El Nino or global warming (though I think the latter is grossly exaggerated), but I do know that New England in mid-November should not remind me of Florida in late August.