I walked outside after dinner and saw the remnants of a few storm clouds off in the distance. The tops were white, but the outer edges of the clouds were rimmed with pink and coral and golden light while the underneath side was giving way to the blue gray shadows. The air hit me. It looked like it should be a pleasant summer evening to take a stroll in, but the sticky air reminded me that I no longer live in a climate where cooling evening breezes gently lilt across your face. Instead I was instantly reminded that I live in the South. The South--where summer is longer, hotter and stickier than I prefer. Oh how I hate this time of year. Yes. Hate. I'm always counting the days until the first strong cold front comes to our area and we finally get some relief from the sultry days of summer. But this time it dawned on me that I have spent so many years just trying to get through this time of year, that I have forgotten to enjoy...