Here it is only November

and I already miss the heat of Summer,

My way ahead seems dismal and dreary, for we still have the Winter Solstice,  December, January, February, and March to go before any sensation of warmth returns.

Sure we may be awarded an occasional and wholly unlikely warm day, but true warmth is a long ways away. 

I suffer the dread of those gray winter months, those miserable wet and cold spring days that lie before us.

Oh for the heat of Summer, that balmy warmth that saturates our every layer of flesh, the grain of our muscle and the marrow of our bones. Days where the sun sears the outer layers red, and leaves no moisture to wrack our muscles and joints.

I long for those days where the humidity is thick in the air, that time when you can feel it's moist heat as it enters your lungs. The way the humidity wraps around you like cellophane as you walk out into the day....

A bath of saturated heat, when it just envelopes your being and warms you to the soul...