Summer At Last

Well, this summer has been an unusually cold and gloomy one for those of us in LA. It is pretty typical to have primarily chilly, overcast, foggy days in May and June, the "June Gloom" as it is called, but usually by July the weather starts to turn around and we have a least a few weeks of very warm (if not sweltering) weather in August and September. This year, though, it seemed like summer was never going to come. The idea of the summer months passing us by without a season of hot days and warm breezy nights was just about to send me into my own state of gloom, and then finally, the heat wave came.

Over the past few days, LA has seen the hottest weather in all of the recorded weather in Los Angeles. On Monday, the temperature in downtown rose to 113 degrees and I heard reports of temperatures as high as 130 degrees east of LA out towards the desert. While many people have been complaining about the heat and praying for it to let off, I have been in pure heaven. I'm not exactly sure what it is. Maybe the weather reminds me of summertime as a little kid-definitely the most carefree time in your life, when you play outside long past dark and have nighttime pool parties. Maybe it is the way the heat just melts your body and makes it absolutely impossible to hold onto stress and body tension. For me, there are few things that give me more joy than simply driving around in the car, with all off the windows down and the music on, and warm air swishing around you or being able to go out at night in sandals and a sundress. It feels like pure freedom and it just makes me smile.

I know the heat won't last. It has already started to drop off into the 80s and by next week it will be back into the 70s, but for now, I will enjoy my little taste of summer at last.