My brother and I are experiencing different kinds of heat waves.
He, in California, is dealing with temperatures over 100F (37.8C). Our high temperatures in New York have been a few degrees cooler. My brother, however, said that as much as he doesn’t like the heat, “I don’t miss East Coast humidity.”
He has a point. Even though we in New York rarely have to cope with 100F, almost every year includes a few days when the mercury rises above 90F (32.2C). But that heat is almost always accompanied by relative humidity of at least 7O percent.
The good news, for me anyway, is that I have been waking up early enough to get a decent number of kilometers/miles—and, more importantly, quality time—on my bikes. Those jaunts have taken me to and along bodies of water, where I have witnessed something associated more with chilly London.
Seeing mist ride along the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge, by itself, made yesterday’s ride (which brought me down to Coney Island) worthwhile.
Likewise, I felt rewarded in seeing “fog” at the end of the Rockaway boardwalk this morning.
Some of the best things in life are shrouded in mist-ery.
No comments:
Post a Comment