Having moved three years ago from the Deep South, I anticipated loving the coolness of the climate here, where the ocean keeps us----year 'round----at an average 60 degrees. In the old house we live in, we refuse to use the central heater (for various reasons, including environmental, economic, and aesthetic) and instead use a wood heater to provide a source of warmth inside. But how could I have ever believed that on August 1st, I'd build a fire to warm myself in front of?
And so, whenever the sun's out (as opposed to hiding behind our frequent low-lying clouds----also known as fog), we go outside to bask, even if it requires wearing several layers of clothing because of chilly winds.
But I must admit, I have of late found myself nostalgic for heat.
