It’s an end of the week, end of the month Morning Coffee Muses.

Today is warmer, more humid than yesterday. Almost to the point of making me rethink my outdoor muse. It makes the mind wander back to the days of my youth when we had no way to escape the heat of summer. When cooling down indoors ment a soak in a tepid bath. When the only thing that made you able to sleep at night was the nighttime air being drawn over your body by the attic fan. It’s the reason that all these years later I have to have moving air to sleep.

Summers on the Gulf Coast always meant heat, humidity, and cicadas. Nothing much has changed except our ability to condition the air within our homes. The heat still causes sweating, the humidity keeps the sweat from evaporating and cooling the skin, and the cicadas provide the soundtrack to the long lazy days of summer. And the ever-changing dance of the thunderclouds provides a backdrop for the raptors play.

The fluffy white clouds of morning become the towering white mountainous things of afternoon. Dark, foreboding, ever growing thunderous columns of lightning lit possibilities. Will it rain here. Or will it pass us by. Even today, there is a possibility of a storm caused power outage disrupting the day… adding excitement to a summer’s evening.

And then, the cicadas start up again… singing their hymns to the heat. And so goes my ode to summers, to come and remembered.