Evelyn Holst column: Stop complaining and enjoy the summer | Life & Knowledge
“This heat is killing me,” moans a woman in the locker room of my gym, “my menopause was nothing compared to it.”
“It is summer after all,” her friend objects, “what do you expect?” Yes, what do we expect from summer? We have been complaining all June and July – constant rain, constant changes from humid to drizzly – I was annoyed too – my beautiful, red Geraniums on the balcony became muddier with each downpour. Autumn feeling in midsummer – life in Germany can be so unfair! Obviously the weather god heard our moaning and thought: “The people are right, I really have distributed the sun a bit unfairly. In Southern Europe too much, in the north too little. I'm sending you lots of sun now, okay?”
No, obviously not okay. In the streets there are only red, sweaty faces, on the terraces there are exhausted creatures who listlessly suck on their paper straws and wipe the sweat from their foreheads and necklines. General groaning and sighing. Can that Weather not even be normal? This glow – this murderous heat! My Cycle makes you tired! Over 30 degrees, no one can stand that!
Come on, people, be happy for once! Stop complaining and enjoy the Summerautumn comes soon enough.
Summer kayak tour on the Spree through the capital Berlin
Just a few weeks ago, when we took our already mothballed winter clothes out of the closet, angrily turned up the heating, Global Warmingwhere are you? – we wanted nothing more than this exact weather. OK, small correction – preferably around 25 degrees, blue sky, light wind, dry warmth. We all want days like this, but unfortunately they are as rare as six-leaf clovers.
Munich: A surfer refreshes herself in the Eisbach in the English Garden
These days it's a few degrees warmer – and we should enjoy it, because heat has many advantages. It gives our white, rainy faces an attractive, light color. We eat less and drink more, so we look better. Our trees and meadows do too, all a lush green, not as brown and scorched as in the south.
The advantage of a rainy spring and late summer. And don’t we always rave about dolce farniente, about sweet idleness in Italy and Spain? We may miss the southern European flair in terms of appearance and clothing, Castrop-Rauxel is not Portofino, but the relaxed, slow pace, you could almost call it sensual, is something we can really experience these days.
Sun on our skin until late at night, chilled music and cold drinks – for a short time we can be as sexy as the Italians or Spaniards.