As I tool about the South Florida blogosphere, I am mystified by those who describe 92 degrees with 60% humidity and dewpoints in the mid-70's as "beautiful weather."
"Beautiful" in the sense, I guess, that 5 above zero in January is considered "beautiful" by Alaskans. "Beautiful" in the way that vultures look at 2-day old roadkill, maybe.
But when a layer of perspiration forms on my brow before I have even removed the key from the front door as I head out in the morning, that ain't "beautiful." Neither is sweat running down my back and into my pants. Who, for Pete's sake, describes sweating profusely "beautiful?" But I suppose that because we have to live like this for 7 months of the year, some of us need to make lemonade out of lemons. And then promptly sweat it out.
I'm sure there will be the profound solution tendered by some that "If you don't like it, then leave." Yeah, well, that's coming, believe you me.
But in the meantime, in order to establish some type of benchmark, let's all pretend that 75 degrees, with 20% humidity, and a light breeze is "beautiful." And the stuff that we've been seeing this weekend in South Florida is more suitable to Jurassic Park.
And its inhabitants.