The air quality is so good before the summer makes it into something to be warned about, when it holds heat, pollution, and humidity over our heads, hanging around for days sometimes, before continuing on out to sea. During those times, the atmosphere’s pressure feels like the massive weight it really is. I can’t think straight in humidity; it takes up too much mental bandwidth.

After the summer is good, too. The departure of the those awful, heavy days leaves a light-feeling autumn behind, a good sort of void. And while, as the days get shorter and the temperatures begin to dip, some brace for seasonal melancholy, I think more clearly, and selfishly enjoy the transition.