Summer is here. After a blissfully long spring, summer has arrived in Texas. With a vengeance. How do I know? Well, it was 98 degrees today, for one thing. Someone said it reached 100, but I don't want to exaggerate.
I'm one of those people who love hot weather. The prospect of going outdoors and
not having to wonder if I need a sweater positively thrills me. But today, even after spending all morning in a meat locker, uh, I mean in my office, I ate lunch outside while sweltering in the shade. I mean it. Sweltering. I was sitting there eating and reading and I could feel sweat popping out of my skin. It stung a bit, I guess from lack of use. Every year I'm so glad to see summer come until it actually gets here and I realize how bad it is.
Another herald of summer? We're currently under a tornado watch. Not a warning, not yet, but a watch, just the same. It looks really grim outside. It's gray, but not a normal gray like it's overcast, but an abnormal gray, like its not. It's bright, but it's dark. It's ominously gray; it's a bad ass look that let's you know something bad could happen. Plus its all hot and humid and muggy and that makes you miserable enough.
I don't really think I'll get hit with a tornado, but I'm slightly apprehensive. It's like thinking about dying in a terrorist attack or in a plane crash. The odds are with you, but there's always that chance...
Tornados are scary and random and there's nothing you can do but hide. And pray, I guess. You are completely at its mercy. How's that for realizing your true significance in the universe? But they are cool. From a distance, of course. There's something fascinating about destruction, especially that which refuses to be understood, even barely comprehended.
Blusterily.