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First and foremost, I think for the sake of transparency that I am a former winter weather truther. I spent my entire life waiting for the first leaf to drop after a long, grueling summer filled with chaffing, a sweaty forehead, and an electric bill that could cover half of my alma mater's tuition. Summer felt like it existed solely to taunt me. Every morning I woke up, begrudgingly staring at the sun and shaking my fist in the air like I'm an elderly man telling the local neighborhood kids to get off my lawn. It was that serious.
The tides have changed… It's true, you know. The older you get, the more you crave the warmth of the sun on a calm Sunday morning in July. You see the beach in a new light, feeling the sand beneath your feet and between your toes. The world just glows brighter in the summer. Now, you see why I'm writing all of this…
Most of us miss that warmth. The especially frigid week we've been having has struck a new nerve in all of us, and it can only be remedied by an ice cream truck jingle playing down the street on a toasty Tuesday night. Remember when the evenings were warm? Me neither.
Though you might be thinking about all the things that go wrong in the summer, we implore you to subdue those criticisms for the time being. The grass is always greener (in this case, literally) on the other side, sure. But the alternative is turning into a human ice cube. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I think that sweating a little bit is better than losing feeling in my hands when I go to answer a text message on my morning commute to work. You get the gist. Scroll below if you're also missing the warm weather; you just might find some toastiness in this cold winter we're having.
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