Summer 2025 produced hotter-than-average temperatures across much of the United States, turning recreational expectations into a disappointment. The Northeast endured multiple heatwaves interrupted by showers, thunderstorms, and flash flooding, producing extreme humidity, 103-degree real-feel heat, and hazardous puddles during commutes. Personal comfort and style declined amid persistent frizz and pared-back outfits. Late August brought a sudden reprieve with 69-degree mornings, blue skies, and light breezes that enabled wearing jeans and a notably happier commute. The abrupt shift is labeled "False Fall," creating uncertainty about layering and premature jacket choices.
For me, a "good" summer is measured by a few variables. How often was I able to get to the beach? Did I achieve a sun-kissed tan? How many hours did I spend drinking outdoors, preferably next to a body of water? Did I make it onto a boat? All of these factors are dependent, of course, on another crucial component of a grade-A summer: the weather.
By these metrics, Summer 2025 has been a bust. Hotter-than-average temperatures scorched most of the United States. Here in the Northeast, we experienced multiple heatwaves interspersed with showers, thunderstorms and flash flooding. Basically, when I wasn't being suffocated by 103 real-feel heat, I was dodging mysterious puddles of water filled with god-knows-what on my commute to work. My hair was in a permanent state of frizz, and my personal style took a backseat.
Thankfully, though, late August has delivered some reprieve. Today, I stepped out of my apartment to 69-degree weather, blue skies and a light breeze. I was able to put on a pair of jeans. I've never felt more elated to commute to work. We are living in what New Yorkers like to call " False Fall." Fake Fall makes end-of-summer dressing difficult. Despite noticeably cooler temperatures, it still feels overzealous to reach for a jacket.
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