I know that’s hot. But really, are we that wimpy?
Every car drives around with windows up, AC on.
The night air is full of house AC compressors rattling and humming.
Windows are closed.
Porches and decks are empty.
Everyone is huddled in their 70° cocoons.
When did we stop being part of this world and decided that outside of ultimate comfort, we can only be miserable?
Poem from elementary school that stuck in my head:
When it’s hot, he wants it cold.
When it’s cold, he wants it hot.
What it is, man wants it not.