Moist

I don't know if it was always the case, but people seem to really hate the word "moist." It has a kind of gross sound to it, I guess. But say it with me out loud... "moist." It's funny, right?

Moist is how I like to describe July to mid-September in Central Florida. That period of time is kind of our "winter," where you really aren't crazy about spending a bunch of time outside, because of the humidity. Mind you, it's just as bad in the Midwest, if not worse, because at least here the sub-tropical climate regulates itself to 93 or lower, and you don't get the brain-melting 100+ very often. And unlike winter, if you go out in it, you just get sweaty, not frost-bitten or dead. It's conducive to hanging out at the pool and sipping fruity drinks.

Speaking of which, it's a good time to visit the coasts, too, because said climate keeps it a little cooler, and also that's where the beaches are.

I can see how someone would hate this weather, and while I'm not crazy about it, I am not only happy to deal with it in lieu of snow, but I'm also a little nostalgic about it. I arrived in Orlando almost four years ago now, to stay, and I associate the 90 and humid weather with that huge life change that started with a July arrival. It was a very happy change and the start of new adventures. Heck, Simon has been a Floridian now for most of his life (though I still consider him a Seattle kid).

Also, with all of the moist air, there are thunderstorms almost every day. Who doesn't love thunderstorms?

Moist. Moist. Moist.