Thoughts of: 8:05pm

It’s 8:05 at night and it’s hot.

The air is thick with humidity and their is no breeze.

Sweat is gluing the clothing to my body as I walk the dog.

Those cool spring northern nights are a cruel memory.

Nature has given me a late April Fools joke and it isn’t funny.

It’s 8:05 and I’d rather be indoors with the air conditioning.

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