Sweat, Heat, and Hope

Ah, the end of summer. Well, of course, we're talking about Tampa Florida. Here, summer lasts approximately 11 3/4 months out of the year. Here we are talking about one of the consistently top ranked sweatiest cities in America. The humidity is just overwhelming. I swear, there are days I wish I had scuba gear, just to go out to work. The heat, the humidity; it's oppressive.

But hope springs eternal. Here it is near the end of August, and you can tell that the season is about to change, as infintesimally as it does in Tampa. As overwhelming as summer is here, it also bears a certain sharpness. The combination of heat and humidity drives right through you.

But when the season starts to change, it's not quite so sharp. It starts moderating, even if only a little bit. And I first felt that last night, and again, in the middle of the day with it just wasn't quite as unbearable.

No matter how less unbearable it gets, it's never really not summer. The change of season is not in the gaudy fashion of the Midwest; it's fall when it's no longer consistently in the 90's.