It’s Algeria outside today, and I mean that in the existential sense, though the weather is cooperating – blissfully or blisteringly, depending on your point of view.
As for me, I love the heat. I like walking down blindingly white pavement, the sun reflecting back in your face in case you tried to escape it by looking down. I like the scorch of it, the sweat of it.
I like the challenge of it. A heatwave reminds you how big the environment is and how little we are, how strong the earth is and how weak we are. I like the way it makes you feel small, and dependent, and strange.
I like the uniting quality of it. I like the way it prompts strangers to give away water bottles. I like the way it makes everyone wish each other well in line at the bank or grocery store or cashier, with a smile and a “stay cool” to punctuate the things we normally do thoughtlessly.
I like the intensity of it. Every step feels like a conquest, every passerby feels like an ally, every breath feels like a resurrection.
I like the way it makes you wake up.
I love the heat.