My home is nice and cool most of the time. The trees shade it nicely throughout the summer months. It also helps that this is a brick house as well. We own one fan and have no need for AC.
I often forget that the rest of the world around us is in a heatwave. I often leave my home in jeans and a hoodie, instantly regretting it as I turn the corner. That’s when the AC comes on in the car. Doing my errands, I rush out of my icebox on wheels and dart into my destination hoping for more artificial mountain breezes. Suddenly my hoodie and jeans are a good idea since “Arctic Tundra” seems to be the level of cold required at Walmart.
I am relatively comfortable as I shop… Until I leave and the wall of heat smashes into me like a flamethrower. I rush to my car only to realize as I sit down and burn myself on the seatbelt buckle, that my vehicle has now become a sauna. Whatever chill I had going on prior to my shopping is gone. Instant sweat rolls out my pits. My windows get rolled down and visible heat waves emanate out. Some are even off my body.
Gross. Sticky. Sweaty. Uncomfortable.
I just want to get home again and relax under the trees. I have to avoid the very back of my yard since it gets direct sun and has turned into Death Valley for most of the day. The summer makes me become a homebody. Fearing the scorched earth, I rest easy on my cool leather couch. Peacefully wasting my day away, not wanting to venture back outside.