It's True.

I get in my car and turn the air on high. It's hot outside, about 100 degrees. Even though the sun has set, the heat lingers on. I ride almost home with the air conditioning on full blast. Then, as I pull into my neighborhood, I switch it off and roll down the windows. I stick my left arm out of the window and feel the heat. Similar to when you take your favorite blanket out of the dryer and wrap it around you, the warmth comforts me.

Summer. I love you.