Used to be every June we would make a trip to Bangkok. A long weekend for a birthday. It would be a couple months past Songkran and the touristy crowds with the water guns would be gone (not all of them, but enough). Fewer would brave the June heat without the respite of an impromptu shower/blessing, courtesy of a well-drenched stranger.
A beautiful summer.
Most folks would wear white, or they would if they were outsiders visiting. The Thais don’t seem to mind the sweltering weather quite as much. We have seen many wearing dark jackets and hip-hugging jeans, apparently immune to the humidity. We would learn later that a copious diet of kafae yen would do the trick.
Thailand has dry and wet seasons too, of course, but in the heart of June, it feels like an eternal summer. An invincible season, full of colour and strength. Brimming with pride and hope. It’s a summer getaway we can’t wait to return to. Some day and some day soon.
Till then we stand fast and we stay strong. Life is beautiful and we are invincible and proud and eternal.