As a child, I remember playing outside, in the summer, after dark. It was warm. During the day, it is much too hot to so anything besides play in water or sit in an air conditioned room. Ahhh, the need for air conditioning. Seems laughable now. I had to wear a sweater this morning to walk Eric to his last day of school.
Here in Washington, after weeks and weeks of rain and no spring like weather in sight, I am dreaming of those Arizona summer nights. The red lights on South Mountain at night. The purple, orange and red sunsets. Cactus and lizards. Lawns full of nothing but rocks. Freezing a gallon of water to bring to the skate park. You drink it as it melts.
Wearing short shots and spaghetti straps with flip flops. And wanting to be able to take more clothing off because you are so effing hot.
I cannot wait. To be hot.