When summer starts, I obsess about the things I never like about it. Like the triple-digit temperatures. And especially, once monsoon season starts here in Arizona, humidity that rises to tropical levels.
But once summer moves on, and I begin to see the end in sight, the scales tip. I to think more in terms of what I’ll miss.
Instead of focusing on the humidity, I find myself thinking instead of how it feels when a storm is coming. The way the wind picks up and swirls with such gusto. The greenish-yellow tinge the air takes on, the fresh, ionized smell that always signals the coming of rain, and the lightning bolts that seem to split the sky, which can be seen for miles. And how much I enjoy being rained on by huge warmish drops that are sometimes as much as an inch in diameter.
I look ahead to the cold days that are on their way and those dark mornings, and I know I’m not ready for them.
With everything suddenly weighted differently, I long to hold onto the aspects of summer that I will miss. After dreading its arrival, my thinking shifts, and I find myself hoping it won’t leave too soon.
What will you miss most about summer where you live?