Why does it feel so good to me, this summertime?

May and June are my favorite months of the year. 

Taking a 1-mile walk at Lakeside Park, 80F. I am physically incapable of going at a fast pace. Instead, I feel weirdly calm and sedate. I feel like everything is going to be all right. I watch the lightest of warm breezes rustle through the flags and windcatchers of the nearby houses. The trees are all light or deep green, their flowers mostly gone. The first bits of cotton blow by, but only one or two. 

I look at the pavilions of the baseball diamond, their blue cloth mostly still, and feel so at peace. It reminds me of kites at the beach. It makes me feel like I'm okay.

I walk through a patch of shade and it is euphoric.  

Soon, in two weeks or so, I'll be walking to Cherry Hill and looking at the little white flowers in the grass. I'll feel the rush of cold water pouring down on me as I sit on my tube and board Kodiak Canyon, with over 5 months of beautiful summer and fall ahead. 

I just wish I knew why it felt so good. I'm someone who would keep the house at 66F if I could. But outdoors, the heat feels wonderful.