It hits you the second you open the door.
A little bit like being wrapped in a thick, wet blanket.
It's the old three H's - hazy, hot and humid.
Not comes the weird part.
I love it.v
This is my kind of weather.
OK, I could live without the showers.
But when I opened the door this morning, I couldn't help smiling.
Now if only I was going out for a nice, long, luxurious walk - instead of climbing into the car for the drive into the office.
The air was thick and there was still a little bit of fog hanging around for the ride in this morning.
All I can think about is getting home, stripping off this shirt and tie, donning a comfy T-shirt and ratty, old shorts, grabbing a cold drink and the paper, and then heading for the front porch.
Then it will just be me, the crickets, and the hum of all those air-conditioners.
Nirvana.
The hotter, the thicker, the better.
I know, I'm weird.
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