I have an odd fascination with the weather. My primary reason for watching Mo-Mo's on 2 (that's Mornings on 2 for the uninformed) everyday is to check on the weather. I anxiously await a heatwave forecast because that will almost guarantee a happy flyrish. And that, my friends, is why I love summer.
Plus summers are ripe with nostalgia-inducing elements. The distant splish-splash and laughter from the pool while dozing mid-afternoon. The scent of freshly mown grass mingling with the aroma of barbecue. Soaking up some vitamin D while floating on a raft. The clink of ice melting in a glass of lemonade and iced tea. Sitting outside under the stars in a tank top while listening to the chorus of crickets.
All of the above are associated with warm, sun-soaked days and sultry hot nights. Then how, pray tell, can I be happy in San Francisco during the summer? Even though I have lived in this area for most of my life, I refuse to believe that every summer must be filled with damp, chilly fog. Sure, fog can be beautiful and refreshing. I love San Franciso and what's more San Franciscan than fog? But it can also get old quickly. Last summer we were spoiled by an intense heatwave in July which made me believe in the possibility of warmer summers to come (perhaps one good thing could come out of global warming- just kidding, my selfish desire for a real summer is no reason to celebrate the ruin of our planet). Then here we are in June and it's been even colder than usual. But summer hasn't technically started yet.
Mark Twain reportedly (but probably didn't) said: "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco." I have a love/hate relationship with that quote. If it keeps hordes of tourists away, that's great. But it's also pessimistic. I want to celebrate each day of summer that I see the sun, even if I'm just at work and can't fully enjoy it.
I awoke this morning to a gloriously blue sky. I thought it might just be in Oakland, but as I crossed the bridge this morning, I was reminded of how beautifully San Francisco shines under the sun. I don't want to wait until our "Indian Summer" to enjoy that view again.