Fresh air

I dislike the cold of winter and I dislike hot weather as well.  My early life was spent in Utah where there is little humidity to emphasize the effects of cold and hot. I spent more than 20 years in Virginia where a warm summer day can feel like living inside a hot sponge because of the lack of evaporation.  My first experience of long-term humidity came when I moved to the coast of California between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara.  In Utah 60° on autumn or spring day seemed pleasantly warm.   In California 60 degrees seemed cold because 30° below body temperature was emphasized by the humidity.  Whether Virginia Utah or California I found there were enough days that were unpleasant that I really never developed the habit of walking regularly except during a brief period in the early two thousands and I gave up the use of a car with the deliberate intention of forcing myself to walk.  I went back to using a car rather reluctantly at the request of others for their own convenience.  Yet I enjoy fresh air and lately I have taken steps to enjoy more of it than I have in some time.  I have tasted the air on the beaches from Hawaii to Crete, from Oregon to Florida and I am grateful for fresh air.