Quintessential: Pertaining to the most perfect embodiment of something.
It occurs to me that a Summer day at my house may be quite different than a Summer day where you are. So I thought I'd take a moment to describe what a typical day here is like.
Most Summer mornings in the Piedmont of North Carolina start off with high humidity. Fuzzy hair humidity! Heavy, shoe soaking dews.
Sometimes a heavy fog moves in like it did yesterday.
It might be clear overnight (and at sunrise) but usually the humidity creates a low overcast of clouds from 7am until around 10ish when the sun begins to break through.
Then things get intense. Intense sun. Intense blue sky. Intense color. Intense heat.
Some Summers are Cicada Summers. This Summer is not, but you do hear the random few Cicadas, born out of sync, sing. Softly at first. Then they build up to their crescendo. I always equate Summer with the sound of the Cicada.
Often, towards evening, the clouds start to build and it's time for pop-up thunderstorms. You hear the rumble first and the skies darken.
The garden is hopeful as the big "wilt" is on. Everything is drooping from the heat.
A few sprinkles to tease us.
Sometimes a deluge. Frog-chokers SM calls them.
Nights are peaceful though as the skies clear and the fireflies and crickets take over.
Come to think of it, maybe our Summers are not all that different from yours after all.