It’s hot.
The temperatures are up here in Santiago. Just the 15 minute walk to the metro station is enough to have me sweating up a storm (sorry, students, that your teacher is so stinky). No air conditioning in the apartment and walking/public transportation have made for some warm days. All I want to do is sit inside with the windows open and not move at all. And sometimes I do just that. At times I feel like a character in an old movie (think: Gone With the Wind) sitting on the porch in the pre-air conditioned days fanning themselves and trying to catch a breeze.
Fortunately for us all, this is not the end of the story.
The salvation in this inferno comes at about 9 p.m. Suddenly, just as quick as it came, the heat goes and we’re left with a pleasantly cool evening perfect for porch sitting and deep breathing. All the sweaty memories of the day are washed away in the dusky glow. Yes, I love the evening times – they make the day times bearable.
And so I become acquainted with yet another season in Chile. New year, new challenges, new beauty, and new hope. If I may take some journalistic liberties to quote the familiar Lamentations passage: His mercies are new every evening, great is thy faithfulness…
