Summer blues

 Imagine it's the height of the summertime, with the sweltering sun making you all hot, sticky, and dying for anything that resembles a breeze. It's been in the high 90's for two weeks now and you can't even bear going into any environment without air conditioning. Then let's say the next week it gradually dropped down to around 65 degrees and suddenly it feels a bit chilly. You put on a light cardigan or a hoodie and complain about how much colder it has gotten.

Now, imagine it's the middle of winter. You spend month in the snowy abyss, with the windchill inching towards 15 degrees, refusing to go outside unless you absolutely have to. You just never seem to feel warm and cozy outside, no matter how many layers you pack on--so you just avoid going into the outside world at all costs. Then it gets warmer and you experience random fluctuations of the weather (cough Rochester). When it somehow climbs up to 65 degrees or more for the very first time, you feel like a heatwave just hit. Rip off the sweaters and the jackets--you're going out in those buried shorts and forgotten t-shirts. It's HOT OUTSIDE!

So isn't it weird when you've gotten so used to the hot weather that when it actually begins to dwindle down to the low 60's, it suddenly gets really cold. But the reverse happens when it was really, really, chilly and suddenly it climbs up to the 60's and suddenly it's sweltering hot?

I remember the days when we finally get a break in Rochester and the sun actually comes out for once, everyone strips their jackets off and wipes the sweat off their brows. People were wearing skirts and short sleeves as if their clothes hasn't seen sunlight in years.

And right now I'm experiencing the cold effect. It's only in the low 60's/high 50's and I'm packing on a t-shirt, sweater on top, hoodie on top of that, and then finally a jacket over everything. And I still feel chilly.

And it's the same temperature range for both situations--it's just that your body's so used to a certain temperature that it takes time to adjust. I remember everyone screaming "heatwave" when it reached 80 degrees in the springtime last year, right after a snow fall, in Rochester. Although 80 degrees would've been pretty cool when you've been in the three digit temperatures or high 90's all summer.

Oh how I miss summer!