Hot.

The heat is something else.

I wake up in the morning and it clings to me like death to a dying man. The heat and the high humidity turn the air thick and sticky, turning just a simple walk to the car and back into a horrible nightmare. Water is drained fast from its cool storage, food is usually cold or warm. Soups have ceased to be made. Gone are the winter hats and mitts. We welcome the tank tops, the cutoff jeans and the sweat. Farewell winter and spring, hello again summer.