What I will miss the most about the west is the perfectly calm, warm sunshine of the summer evenings. Even on hot days, as the sun declines, and the dried grass bathes everything in a beautiful golden glow, I feel the most satisfied sensation that all is right with the world.
In Minnesota, the same time was a summer morning, as the sun rose over the cool earth, and the last of the morning doves cooed their sad sound. Watching the stars finally fade behind a brightening sky nearly brought me to tears.
Midday has never been pleasant for me. The heat and sweat on my forehead, dripping salt into my eyes, and nearly singeing my hair is a trial to be born, but not a pleasure to be sought out.
They say Akhnaten built a temple with no roof, and held court in the brilliant Egyptian sun. It was his pleasure, but I'm sure the ministers were relieved to watch the evening approach, and the desert's winds calm and cool. Even now, the only way many can bear to sun themselves is at a beach, where the wind of the ocean cools the air with moisture.
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