It’s June 17 here in Gainesville, and the reality of another Florida summer is starting to sink in. We’ve been having a lot of rain, which makes this time of year tolerable—until the sun comes out and the humidity seems to wrap around your face like a barber’s steam rag. Oh, well. I just need to keep telling myself that this is our winter, i.e., the season when you go outside as little as possible and when appropriate clothing is a must.
There. I’ve complained enough.
Ash Clifton, Writer 