Does summer feel unreal to you? I think the long winter really played with my head. I feel more like I've moved away, to a warmer climate, than the seasons really did change and we actually are in summer. I keep waiting for the return of "normal" weather, as if this is an elaborate meteorological ruse.
Not that I could blame Mother Nature for wanting to slap us upside the collective head. If I woke up tomorrow and we were knee-deep in snow, I would nod, accepting it humbly. We certainly deserve it.
I've just spent the hot July 1st weekend sweltering, sun-burning, and bug-bitten and yet, unreality is still mentally pervasive. So, nice day, but when's the windchill going to kick in?
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