Hello
friend,
It’s
been scorching out here in the Midwest. The sun’s ray beat down brutally.
The temperature steadily rises above comfort levels. The sidewalks sizzle like
oil in a hot iron skillet. The air is thick and heavy like breathing oatmeal. Heartbeats flutter faster as the air condition blows harder.
Sweat drips down spines and tongues become dry and dehydrated. It’s the
kind of weather fit for staying indoors, listening to jazz music on a record player, sipping on a tall glass of cold sweet tea, and enjoying the day away from
the tumultuous weather. It’s time for ice cream.
