The bead of sweat forms at the nape of my neck and travels to the small of my back. We breathe in the warm air, gulping sea water in the Shanghai humidity. My shirt sticks to the back of my neck.
It’s 95ºF in Shanghai and summer is just beginning. It’s hard not to feel sticky with sweat, during the days. Minutes after the AC stops, the sweating starts and perspiration sets in. When I leave my bedroom, my living room is a sauna every morning I wake up. It’s getting to the point where it’s unbearable to wear pants. Everything sticks to you, clothing feels damp, the air feels damp. You feel damp
One thing that I used to love about New England summers is that time, right around 10:30pm, when the night chill sets in, and no matter where you are, in bed under a light blanket, on a rooftop on your second, third, or fourth Magic Hat No. 9, or still smelling like the smoke of the bonfire, you put on a cardigan, wrap a scarf around, do something because the air turns colder.
That just doesn’t happen in Shanghai. Until September, maybe October the air is heavy with humidity and you never stop that feeling of being partially submerged in a lukewarm shower.