Early to bed and early to rise, feeling cool enough to close the windows. The night before felt like the only summer night I've had this summer. The climate is definitely changing, but it ain't global warming. From two decades ago when i moved to Hawai'i, i could easily define the seasons as:
- Winter: Sleeping between the sheets, under the comforter, windows closed, and often, needing woolen clothes.
- Summer: Sleeping on top of the sheets, naked, with the windows open, and often, with a fan blowing across a sweaty body.
The daytime temperature does not vary so much in the Tropic of Cancer, so it is the night-time temperature which reflects the seasons. Most of us have neither air-conditioning nor a heater in "the hale" (house), so the ambient temperature is closely tracked by the indoors temperature:
- Winter: The jar of coconut oil is solid, spoon required to dig out a chunk.
- Summer: The jar of coconut oil is liquid, just pour out what you like.
Well, my
tea is brewed, time to publish this and meditate or channel.
Ahhh, and in perfect synchrony of energy shifting, it begins to pour rain :-)
So, partially it is that i shed a lot of weight years ago, so I'm no longer overheating as much in summer, nor am i as insulated against the cold in winter without warm clothes, but the bottom line is that in the microclimates in which i have been dwelling, the recent decades brought cooler summers as far as night time goes. Meanwhile, a hot day is well in progress.