The Weather

Of course there had to be a post about the weather. However, this isn’t going to be the post that you expect, I’d wager. You see, people what I have met since being here have always commented on the heat that I have been faced with. The Texans appear to enjoy having the glorious tropical weather of 100F and 90% humidity, which you can’t really describe without sounding like you are lying. It basically feels like the steam room in a gym, except you are wearing clothes. It’s like suddenly putting moisturizing cream all over your body and clothes and then being expected to pretend like it didn’t happen.

The thing is, even though I am Scottish and built for the cold inherently, the heat and humidity aren’t the things that I am worried about. In fact, I love the heat. The heat is still a novelty, much like snow is each year, and whilst that sounds strange for a Scot to say, it’s true. The thing that I don’t like is the sun.

When I complain about sun bathing, it’s not the heat that’s the problem, but the sunshine than ruins my pale skin. The heat? Easy. The sun? Impossible. And that’s my biggest worry – I need to learn how to deal with the sunshine whilst I am out here. Expect a few sun burns, light and blonde hair and a incredibly tanned Mark before long.
I have to admit though, that whilst the sun is a bit of an annoyance, and effectively my arch nemesis, there’s something really nice about waking up, sunshine in my face and a car condensated from the air con in the car compared to the heat outside, not the other way around. It’s actually quite nice and I seriously think that I am getting used to it, and will get used to it over time.

The strangest thing is how crazy the rain is. I’ve never seen anything like it – actually straight lines of torrential hard cold rain (and hard warm rain) drill the concrete and pund the roof of the building. Rolling thunder storms charge at the city striking the city ground and buildings with ferocity and callous tendancies. The epic power of nature really is quite startling – I do feel slightly insignificant to the whole thing.

The constant reminders of Hurricane Earl and talk of Hurricane Ike are stark mirrors of my awe, and respect. Nature is wild, and tempestuous.