The Coldest Spring

It’s spring, and it’s cold. Even though parrots have settled into our front yard, the temperature every morning has been between 55 and 60 degrees. I’m hoping it warms up by April. My tea kettle makes boiling water, as it should, but hot tea isn’t enough for cold mornings and evenings.

Image source:×596.jpg

When I talk to people from other states, they mention that “cold” in Miami is “pleasantly warm” for them. They laugh and say sixty degree weather is jogging in t-shirt and shorts weather. I squint at this, since sixty degrees means I’m jogging in yoga pants.

On the other hand, they claim that they can’t stand humidity. My friends say that humidity is stifling and slows the body down. I don’t know if that’s true. As a kid, I spent a lot of time outside in the sun. My dad took a lot of videos of that. The heat and humidity didn’t seem to be a bother.

I don’t know if that makes me tougher or weaker that I prefer heat and humidity to cold and dryness. I do know the parrots seem to prefer the heat, given their low-pitched caws. They’re building a nest we can’t see, with babies we can’t hear. But we know they are there, settling nicely. So will I, when the heat returns.




Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *