Memorial Day is in the rearview. This officially marks the beginning of summer. The beaches are packed. The pools are open. It's finally, truly hot. I step outside to have my morning cigarette and the heat is oppressive. The sun is blinding. Who really enjoys this weather? Summer is like Mother Nature on a three month coke binge. It's fun, but it's fleeting. The exhausting nature of it overrides any of its most redeeming qualities.
Sure, higher temperatures and longer days afford a wealth of possibilities. I'm certain that summer is when everyone has the most sex, spends the most money and gets the most intoxicated. Life becomes a scene from The Wolf of Wall Street. But that shit takes a toll on you. At some point, you need gray skies and cold weather. It humbles you. It keeps you focused.