You almost forget. You know one day it will return. But you've been able to put it in a piece of your brain where its almost out of sight.
Then you see the bulletins. You know it will hit. You know it will happen. There's no escape. You count down the days. You tell yourself it will be ok. You can handle it. You've gone through this before. You've survived.
And then its back. Back with a vengeance: summer in NY! We are in the mid nineties (33-35 Celsius). Only the mid nineties. Its like an oven out there. Someone put a blanket over the city. No normal breathing is possible. No fresh air. Only heat.
It will be hell on earth for the next three months.
Morituri te salutant!