I was born in the summer and in the south, so I’ve always been a fan of warmer weather. However, being in DC, the summers are sometimes unbearable with the humidity. It wasn’t as bad when I first got here but as my breathing issues have progressed it’s making the summer less and less enjoyable.
Then there are winters. DC winters used to be a joke. It would be scheduled to snow and then the sky would laugh like
It never snowed. If it did, it would be like every 4 years like it went away for college or something. I was ok with that. I like a snow day but if I can get around freely all the time and it’s not too cold, I’m ok. I don’t like the winter so it needs to be as pleasant as possible. I hate having to put on a hat, gloves, scarf, boots, coat, face guard, ear muffs, and the armor of the Lord on to just step outside to grab my newspaper.
So, I can only bring myself to like mild weather. The spring is ok mild but you know the pollen is out in spring and the breathing is difficult. I think Fall may be my new favorite. This is a hard realization. Summer has always been my favorite. However, when the temperature dropped down for the first part of this week and I stepped outside and was able to take a deep breath. It felt miraculous. I was shocked. Like..I ..know…how…to…BREATHE.
The fact that I wanted to cuff the Fall was even more apparent when I got off work today. The loving and caring and cool and humidity lacking feel of outdoors had transformed. When i walked out, it was hot and muggy and my chest got tight. It was good while it lasted. I’ll be taking a nebulizer treatment tonight. Fall weather…come back. I think I might love you!