We were rounding a bend to a view of steep pines and jagged peaks when I first noticed the rain, which sent me into a fizz of excitement that would embarrass and confuse anyone who encounters precipitation on a regular basis. “Is it raining? It’s raining! Oh my God, look, it’s raining!”
I rolled down the car window. “And it’s chilly! When was the last time you felt cold?”
My fiance and I were driving toward Uzungol Lake in northeastern Turkey. It was early August and about 22C with drizzle, a drastic change from the 43C and humidity we’d experienced for months on end in Dubai, where we live – and which had one of the world’s strictest coronavirus lockdowns.
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