Hot

It is hot. Sticky hot. So hot. The kind of hot that melts your entire face of when you get into your car. The kind of hot that makes the pavement steam after a storm. The kind of hot that makes lightning every afternoon at some point between four and six. The kind of hot that makes you wonder why you just took a shower because now you are covered in sweat after attempting to blow dry your hair but only making it half way. The kind of hot that makes you wonder why you just (oh so recently) gave up icecream.  And you thought I was crazy for wanting winter to hang around a little longer? What are your thoughts now? Want to move somewhere chilly and willy with me? Yes? That’s what I figured.