Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's very hot here but I took two long walks, first in the morning with my friend where we stopped for iced lattes, then with my daughter and grandbaby in the afternoon trying to stay in the shade and keep cool. I actually love hot weather, or used to, before drought and fire added the dread element. I did well adjusting to living in Fiji, better than my husband who was born and raised there. I love the Southwest, especially New Mexico and Northern Arizona. But I don't like air conditioning, which I suppose I'd succumb to if I lived there. It's better to visit. I no longer like cold weather at all, except to visit it. Our treks to the cabin in winter have tapered off, as the charm of snow and ice has long ago melted. I don't like to be bundled up and fumbling in gloves and hat and boots. So today I tried to ignore the wind, not think of flames bursting and grasses burning, and enjoyed the "summer". We only get it occasionally, for brief periods, and sometimes in strange months, like February. But then, right now, EVERYTHING is strange.