(Listen to this song. It fits. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0sG40EWSCM)
Ahhhhhhhhhh...
Summer.
Heat.
90 Degrees.
The sound of millions of New Englanders complaining.
How quickly they've forgotten January. Do they not remember groaning when yet another snowstorm showed up in the forecast? Or grumbling during weeks and weeks of rain? Where is their merriment? Summer is here! Dance! Sing! Shout for joy! Make poetical sounds of inexpressible pleasure! Use meaningless, yet impressive similes, dang it! This day is like the fervor exhibited during a turnip's bathing month. So be happy.
Personally, I wouldn't trade this for the world. I love it. Everything is so sticky. The air feels like soup. And you can't step outside without taking notice of a certain flaming ball of gas. Im talking to you, Sol. I applaud your efforts. You are in our thoughts today. As it should always be.
I've been asked recently why I love the extremes of temperature so much. Its simple, really. Imagine its 10 below zero. The wind is howling. And you haven't stopped shaking uncontrollably for about three weeks. Now, imagine you just walked inside your house and everything is toasty and warm and a fire is blazing in the fireplace. You're going to enjoy it, right? You'll run right up to it, get as close as you can without any serious crisping happening. On any other day, you'd barely notice the fire, never mind appreciate it.
Now, imagine something else. (This will take all your brain power, so be focused.) Imagine its really REALLY hot out. Got it? Ok. Its freakishly hot and suddenly a breeze blows across your face. Have you ever enjoyed wind so much? It sure doesn't seem like it. Or maybe pretend that it starts raining. If you can keep yourself from dancing in the rain like a little child, then you must be a robot or something. Its pure happiness.
I guess thats why I love this. It makes me uncomfortable. But there's something magical about being uncomfortable. You don't enjoy ice cold water until your throat is as dry as sandpaper. You don't like taking a shower until you're caked in mud. You don't notice silly things like shade until the sun is melting you from the inside out.
Believe it or not, being uncomfortable is a good thing. Enjoy it. It won't last. Before you know it summer will be over and you'll be complaining that it was gone too fast. Days will slip by far too quickly. Everything will be comfy. And you won't notice any of it. So let the bad, squirmy things of today bring the good, simple, pleasant ones to your attention.
Earth really IS filled to the stratosphere with magic, and wonder, and God's goodness. Let the gift of sticky, boiling days bring that to your attention.
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