My Open Letter to Summer, You Might Hate Me After Reading This…

I'm not going to pull any punches here.

August 9th, 2018.

Dear Summer,

Hello my friend we meet again. The last four months have been nothing but splendid. The great times we shared. The laughs, the cries, and the sweaty nights...and days. Oh, the fun.

The last part brings me to my letter. Let's talk about the heat, or should I say humidity.

Let me first off say that I myself do like the summer more than the winter. I'd rather be wearing fewer clothes with the option of jumping into a body of water to feel cool than wear 12 layers to feel the slightest warmth. I absolutely dread the winter. If it were possible I would move to Florida during the winter and broadcast live for SoJO 104.9 from poolside at my nonexistent condo because that would be perfect. But I live in the real world.

August, you need to literally cool off for a few days. I can take the heat, it's just the HUMIDITY that kills me. I mean, do I really have to step outside and immediately feel drenched in my own fluids before I walk to my car, at 9 a.m. no less?! Enough already!

Don't get me wrong. I do not want to rush August and get right into winter, but Fall right now looks pretty appealing. Not going to lie.

Look, what I'm trying to say is this. For one night I would like to not have my A/C on. Please? I can't wait to look at my bill this month. Ouch.

Sincerely,

Jv Joe