After some halfhearted consideration - taking me quite some time - I have surprisingly come to the conclusion that I do indeed like this heat. More or less, rather more. Sure there might be more pleasant things than having sweat running down your back all the time, but there's just something about it ... it really has it's moments.
This summer is so uncompromising, so massive, and somehow I like this bluntness. Too often we have these undecided iffy seasons. Winters that are mere autumns. Springs that are winters really. And summers that are neither cold nor warm. In Germany we have a common saying "summer took place on a thursday this year", for normally you can count the sunny days single-handed. This summer is different. This summer is just what it is meant to be. Hot. Dry. Slow.
I admit that it's quite hard if you're in a job that means hard labour. Or being in the sun constantly. I will understand any roof tiler contradicting me. Also I'm aware there are people suffering from bad health in this weather. Sure these are excused for complaining.
Everybody else out there: stop whining! Make the best of it and try to enjoy the heat, however, wherever.
Don't you remember how you enjoyed those summers back in your childhood days? In your teens? Remember all the "first times" that took place in summers like this. First camp-fire. First time away on your own. First romance. First night-swimming. First hangover maybe. Pure excitement. Your world was never the same when you went back to school after those summers. Now think of all the happy kids right now, who'll experience just that. This is one of those summers they will remember, twenty years from now, as being so innocent, so hot, so exciting. Pure nostalgia. Doesn't that make you happy? Doesn't it make you smile?
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