High in the cold air of the mountains
Where rain and clouds are rarely seen
I sit and dream of lush tropical green,
Hot humidity and refreshing fountains
And next week, I will be longing for a breeze
To freshen the the humid, insect-thick nights
Yearning for the coolness of the heights.
Humans are such hard creatures to please!
I am about to travel from high in the Andes (where the tropical sun is weakened by altitude and winter) to Central America, where neither of these cooling influences will apply in summer at sea level! It’s a tempting prospect now, but I have a feeling I will be glad to come back again!