The second it drops to 65° in Florida, the entire state acts like we just entered an Ice Age. People waking up in full survival mode. Hoodies. Sweatpants. Somebody pulled out a North Face jacket they bought in 2007 for a trip they never took. There’s a guy at Publix wearing gloves like he’s about to summit Everest. Meanwhile it’s sunny, birds chirping, and the iguana on the fence is just mildly confused.
Neighbors you haven’t seen in months suddenly outside like, “Man it’s COLD today.” Sir - it is 64°, ferfucksake. Someone’s grilling anyway - but now it’s out of defiance, not celebration. Coffee cups replaced the cold drinks. That one guy renting next door who “doesn’t get cold” is still in shorts, but now he’s rubbing his arms like, “Yeah I mean - there’s definitely a breeze.”
Windows open. AC off. This is the one sacred week of the year Florida residents feel financially responsible. Meanwhile up north they’d call this a beach day.
Florida math says anything below 70° is a personal attack. The same people who survived 100° heat index with 90% humidity all summer are now wrapped in blankets like the power went out.
Seasonal mood shift is real. Everyone’s happier - but also dramatically fragile. This isn’t winter. This is Florida’s version of 'winter' that just won't go away...
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Thanks to Florida Hillbilly for the art and inspiration.
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