The moment I stepped outside for my walk, this year's first humid air wrapped around me, sticky and heavy. The crisp air of winter and fresh spring breezes are gone, and with the rainy season at the door, I already miss them.
| 湿度 | しつど | humidity |
| 途端に | とたんに | the moment (something happens) |
| まとわりつく | まとわりつく | to cling to |
| 梅雨 | つゆ | rainy season |
| 恋しい | こいしい | to miss; to long for |
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