I’m a Texan, so cold weather is always welcome. Rain and cold weather is even better. Here in Amsterdam, people apologize for the rainy weather, they seem to dread it. I suppose it you’d lived all of your 41 years in a gray and wet city, you’d be sick of it too. Just like I’m sick-numb to the heat of Hill Country. There are other tells to the Amsterdammers longing for sun: many of them have deep tans. I imagine the British are the same way. A deep tan, even that too much sun face patina means you’ve escaped the moist gloom, of only for a few weeks in August. But us over-warmed Texans, we can’t get enough of that chilly gloom. We can actually wear jackets and sweaters now, rain slickers. After two years I’m sure we’ll be sick of it. But that cicada orchestra filled heat is always there, waiting to snuggle you into a puddle.
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Coté's Commonplace Book #41
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I’m a Texan, so cold weather is always welcome. Rain and cold weather is even better. Here in Amsterdam, people apologize for the rainy weather, they seem to dread it. I suppose it you’d lived all of your 41 years in a gray and wet city, you’d be sick of it too. Just like I’m sick-numb to the heat of Hill Country. There are other tells to the Amsterdammers longing for sun: many of them have deep tans. I imagine the British are the same way. A deep tan, even that too much sun face patina means you’ve escaped the moist gloom, of only for a few weeks in August. But us over-warmed Texans, we can’t get enough of that chilly gloom. We can actually wear jackets and sweaters now, rain slickers. After two years I’m sure we’ll be sick of it. But that cicada orchestra filled heat is always there, waiting to snuggle you into a puddle.