Welcome To Hot Days

I love hot days.

I don't want every day to be hot, so living in a hot country would not be my ideal, but I love getting a hot day in between the not so hot days.

The almost noiseless air on a hot day appeals to me. The heat seems to dull the sound of things while at the same time leaving the sound to hang in the air.

The sound of insects in the evening have the same effect on me as a song from my youth. I hear the cicadas or crickets and am reminded of being small and playing outside in the evening warmth. It makes me feel nostalgic.

Today I went for another swimming lesson. All went well until we had to float on our back and do a frog kick. I did not get it, and I was tired and had twice sniffed water up my nose which bothered me. On top of it all, one of my ears blocked and I also forgot my swimming cap and had my hair plastered to my face every time I put my head out of the water.

On the way home I drove with the windows of the car open and the air conditioner on. I love the hot and cold air mixing together. My Ipod was plugged in and I played one song over a few times. It was Black Eyed Peas with Sergio Mendes singing Mas Que Nada. It was loud and as I turned into the driveway at home my husband later on said to me "was that you coming down the street playing loud music, I thought it was a teenager".

By the time I got home, my wet hair had all but dried into a wonderful big frizz and smelt of chlorine.

Once I had made myself presentable I decided to beat the heat and get some grocery shopping done. Unfortunately the entire local population had decided to do the same thing and I had to park ages away from the store. This meant that I had to then push the wayward trolley back to the car in the stinking heat.

Hot weather to me is for sitting around in, under the shade of a tree in a deck chair. Admiring the blue sky and perhaps reading a book. Drinking a nice cold drink. It is not for pushing a trolley full of food through a sun scorched car park, unloading it and then climbing into a very hot car.

My husband and son hate hot weather. The complain about it. The cooler in the house goes on as soon as the hint of warm wind finds it's way into the rooms. I would not turn it on unless the house were unbearably hot.

I thought it would be nice to go out for a long bike ride and a picnic tomorrow but neither of them would like it because it will be so hot. I could go on my own but, being a bit of a loner, sometimes if I do too much on my own I enjoy it a bit more than I care to confess.

Instead I think I may go for a long walk in the morning, listen to music as I go and enjoy the solitude. Maybe stop off at the local trash and treasure market and see if there is anything to buy. Have a coffee at a nearby cafe.

It doesn't matter what I end up doing, as long as I get to enjoy the warm sunshine as it starts to rise high in the sky and leave a bite on bare skin.

It is like infusing the soul with something quite inexplicable.

And very, very nice.

Ciao
LC