I hate the heat.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
 
But there are things that only exist because of it.
 
A pizza in a wood-fired oven.
Dinner outside with your friends.
 
Picture this.
 
Capri.
Mount Vesuvius watching.
Clear water.
Paradise.
 
But then... you’re back in Naples.
 
And that’s not a bad thing.
 
You’re having dinner outside.
The air is cooling, but it is still hot and humid.
Your skin is still warm from the sun.
You wipe the sweat from your forehead as you laugh with your friends.
 
I would usually feel uncomfortable.

But I don’t.
 
It just feels comfortable.
 
I think I might like the heat a little.
Maybe I only like it in Naples.
 
With love,