Dear Summer,
I hate you. You haven't even officially begun and I already tire of your unrelenting heat. How I miss the days of yore when 5+ hours of yard work could be accomplished without the slightest bit of sweat emerging from my brow; how an afternoon jog in mid-October would leave me feeling rejuvenated & refreshed rather than dehydrated and beaten. Oh, my dear nemesis Summer, why can't you leave me be, and crawl back into the fiery pit from which thine hath emerged. You've hardly shown your face, yet already drivers seem angered & frustrated, as your perilous heat causes road rage abroad to increase during these next 3 months of sweat & fury. Gas prices increase almost at a faster pace than the drunken idiocy found on the sidewalks. Getting into a car which hath been parked outside in your unmerciful heat all day seems a suicidal feat of bravery. Sweat runneth from the scalp to inflict painful stingage upon mine eyes. The act of walking across a parking lot during mid-day requires a 2nd bathing soon after. Dear Summer how I loathe thee.
When will my beloved Autumn return? She sleeps restfully now, but in time shall return with pleasant charms, comfortable weather, and a festive winter season just behind her. You are missed. Sleep well now. We shall meet again in October.
I hate you. You haven't even officially begun and I already tire of your unrelenting heat. How I miss the days of yore when 5+ hours of yard work could be accomplished without the slightest bit of sweat emerging from my brow; how an afternoon jog in mid-October would leave me feeling rejuvenated & refreshed rather than dehydrated and beaten. Oh, my dear nemesis Summer, why can't you leave me be, and crawl back into the fiery pit from which thine hath emerged. You've hardly shown your face, yet already drivers seem angered & frustrated, as your perilous heat causes road rage abroad to increase during these next 3 months of sweat & fury. Gas prices increase almost at a faster pace than the drunken idiocy found on the sidewalks. Getting into a car which hath been parked outside in your unmerciful heat all day seems a suicidal feat of bravery. Sweat runneth from the scalp to inflict painful stingage upon mine eyes. The act of walking across a parking lot during mid-day requires a 2nd bathing soon after. Dear Summer how I loathe thee.
When will my beloved Autumn return? She sleeps restfully now, but in time shall return with pleasant charms, comfortable weather, and a festive winter season just behind her. You are missed. Sleep well now. We shall meet again in October.
