Summer Will Be The End of Us

I don’t know how people like summer. Seriously.

As I sit here, luckily with a bit of aircon, watching the temperature tick past 37ºC/100ºF, the sweat dripping down back back. I wondering who are these crazy people that love summer.

Then I look out the window…

There is nobody on walking streets. Nobody in their yards. Not a human to be seen outside.

People don’t like summer. They like the idea of summer.

Sure at 7am when the temperature is already zooming past 20ºC/68ºF I see all the likes of runners and dogs and strollers. But it lasts only an hour or so before everyone scurries back inside to avoid the heat.

If you have the money to go to the pool, the transportation to head further into the mountains, and the time to escape to cooler weather, summer can be enjoyable. But for all my friends and neighbours that reminded me that they couldn’t wait for summer… they seem nowhere to be found, even with all of their cars still parked in their driveways.

I know this is very much an America phenomenon. Our homes, cars, offices, and shopping malls set to the perfect 22ºC/72ºF so we can spend as till time exposed to the reality of nature. No wonder people don’t believe in climate change. They don’t actually know what the climate really feels like anymore.

So I will continue sitting here. Waiting for the movie Wall-E to continue to proving itself true. Looking at houses at higher elevations and less drought deprived landscapes. Wondering if we will ever realize how much trouble we are all in.

I wonder when others will finally start hating summer like me.

xx, Rew