The kinds of heat.
Of all the hundred different kinds of snow, there are only about five different kinds of heat.
First, the kind of heat that’s welcoming.
Balmy, wavering, not entirely convincing. Beneath it all, there’s a promise of 10 degrees cooler at any time. As soon as it’s past 6 pm, a small shrill around your shoulders in a thin tank top.
Next, there’s beginner heat.
Fooling any winter hardy to think it’s actually hot. Sweaty, over-warm, super-hot, how-can-we-go-on?!-kind of heat.
It’s the heat you think you’re in when just visiting someplace warm from up north, realizing it’s only May…
The third type of heat is where fingers sort of puff up, legs feel heavy, wet hair dries in 10 minutes, and anyone who has a choice plunges into a pool.
Quick break in the heat study – how awesome is Valiosa here?! For every crazy difficult ride, this makes up for it all.
The fourth kind of heat is the humid type.
Drenched, dripping, breathing heavy, after just picking out four hooves and grooming. Clothes clammy while tacking up, strange green growth pops up on the barn wood and on any tack almost overnight.
Georgia, Missouri, Florida – any place else you live inside a sponge? Walking feels like moving in molasses.
The fifth kind of heat – The dry, lizard-like hotness with birds gaping, panting, with open beaks.
Exterior walls radiate heat, steel shelters are like little ovens, even in the shade inside, and metal burns to the touch. No cooling even if the air moves.
Wind is a hairdryer down the throat, eyes crackly from no humidity at all.
We’re not quite there yet – this year has been the easiest spring/summer.
Gray mare, being a little gem!