I love how hot it is right now. I love walking out the door and being enveloped by this sudden embrace of heat, feeling the sweat start to bead above my lip and lapping at the salt of it. I love the humidity that makes the air feel hotter, that makes me feel like I'm moving through water, like I could drink the air.
I love going home and refusing to turn on sniffle-inducing air conditioning. I love stripping down to undies, not in need of socks, cotton robes, down throws, or any of the layers that get me through the sluggish, horrible dry winter. I snicker as my damp skin slips and slides against any vinyl surface I touch.
I love dragging cold leftovers out of the fridge for dinner, leaving them for ten minutes on the countertop until they come to satisfying eating temperature, no microwave needed, a pitcher of cold water and a glass of cold sweet tea to accompany dinner.
I love running outside to the pool, stepping down into the water that's been baking in the day's heat until it's nearly bathwater, no need to get used to a chill water shock, and moving weightless through the warmth of it, swimming like I'm dancing through air.
I love sleeping under a single cotton sheet at night, still wet from the pool, chlorine smell in my hair, a fan blowing over the bed, my thoughts a happy, astonished litany of I'm not cold, I'm not cold, I'm not cold, at last I'm no longer cold.
Go ahead, throw things at me. I don't care, I'm too happy right now.