I’m Still Not Used to New England

It’s almost July and 67ºF and drizzly out. The rain is cool. Not cold, but still, it’s cool. After seven years in Arkansas, five in St. Louis, and two in Tennessee, I forgot that summers could be cool. I forgot that it could be humid and enjoyable. For too long my body adjusted to the energy-sapping heat where May brought 80’s and 90’s, then summer settled in with grim determination hardly wavering from ninety-something until November hit and the temperature dropped to 70ºF.

All this is to say, I feel happy and alive to be in New England and away from the torpid summers of the South. 

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