Hot

Skittering across the asphalt, the piercing heat radiating from the ground beneath me. I try desperately to make it to my car, only to be met by a wave of undulating warmth as I open the door. The AC whines on, a trickle of comfort but not enough to cool the depths of the dark blue Saturn. I soldier on, the only thoughts in my head are of the cold rooms awaiting me at my destination. Speeding down I-35, I curse the others on the road with their high powered engines, easily chilling the passengers within. Finally I arrive, just as my car begins to cool, and jump out. I walk quickly into the building and wipe the sweat off my brow. Is it really only the beginning of summer?