Some people like summer. They spend their days sunning themselves on their front porches, the heavy smell of barbecue in the air. Kids play in pools, droplets of water thrashed into the air by their excited slapping and kicking.
I watch it all from the comfort of my air conditioned living room. Unlike my neighbors, I hate the summer. It weighs me down more than any past embarrassment and leaves an uncomfortable sheen of sweat against my skin.
I sit near the window, comfortable out of the sun’s piercing rays. I don’t have to where sunblock or sunglasses. I’m perfectly comfortable in my cool house separate from the heat.