Well, humidity reminds me of Summer. Not just the heat, because it can be hot any time of year, but when there's lots of moisture in the air. But that's not the only thing.
Sitting in my room all day, and if I'm not inside, I'm dreading being outside. The feeling of being tired when I'm not supposed to be. Spending days upon days with friends getting into shenanigans. The feelings of both carelessness and boredom, often meshed together in one. Having plenty to do and even more time to do it. The procrastination for the things I want to do, but don't feel like doing. The despair when I realize the beaded curtain of Summer's End is slamming down at the end of this chapter of my life.
I know this cause I read it not,
two hours ago, and then I got,
the heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.
My parents swore upon their honor,
that I was safe and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.
And of course, ^Calvin and Hobbes^.