Tuesday, August 11, 2009
No Holds Barred
Summer has kicked into full gear, catching me by surprise. Damn. It's HOT out there. Yesterday the sky looked like a sheet of tinfoil, the air felt like a thick blanket. It was so hot that I found it hard to breathe - in or out.
As much as I do not enjoy sweltering, I'm always secretly in awe of extreme weather, provided I have a way to escape it, of course. It never gets that cold in DC, though on days when it's 17 F. and the wind is blowing, I'm impressed by how impossible it is to get warm no matter what.
Days like yesterday remind me that, not that long ago, when it got this hot, people would sit in rocking chairs on the porch, in the shade, fanning themselves, drinking sweet tea or lemonade and gossiping about the neighbors. In weather like this, no one fooled themselves into thinking that they could - or should - try to accomplish anything. We've lost our ability to access this kind of common sense. Sad, isn't it?
My plan today is to stay inside the National Gallery biosphere during the hottest part of the day. I will be outdoors on the way there and home again, though, so I'll have an opportunity to sweat and marvel at the drama of summer here in the midatlantic.
Nice work, weather gods! I salute your hutzpah!