When Grist reporter and Pennsylvania native Eve Andrews moved to Seattle, many people in the Pacific Northwest like to talk about the summers by way of explaining why they live there. While Andrews found it lovely, it wasn’t true summer. Summer is walking outside of your house and instantly glistening. It is a dew point at 70 degrees, grass hot and lush, air so thick with humidity it almost quenches thirst. It is the sworn enemy of sleeves, bangs, and leather upholstery. In summer, one is constantly reminded, for better or for worse, that one inhabits a human body.