Welp, it finally happened. The warmth is here. The sun has returned once again, and everything officially smells a little different and feels a little brighter. My social feed is filling up with hotdog legs on lawn chairs, temperature geotags, and park hangs in sundresses. Eating outdoors is now mandatory, iced coffee is a requirement, and using the word "adventure" in every second conversation is law. The air is balmy, spirits are high—and I hate it all.
Yeah, I said it: hate. I hate the pretty trees in the park that blow pollen directly into my sinuses. I hate the flies, mosquitoes, the wasps, and the ants. I like my coffee hot, my temperatures cold, and my limbs swaddled in at least two layers of fabric. I am, against all logic, someone who just cannot stand a warm summer day—and yes, I know this fact deeply offends you.
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