My face is red, and oh my head, Evades not the languid torrid.
Feel the heat of the day, Receive humidity from the bay, Oh, for winter’s rain! My heart longs for the heat to wane…
The tread of unshod feet, Heats like burning peat, Incessant smog hangs low, Shadowing every lonely crow.
Haze hides sun and sky, Every day ends with a sigh: Air conditi’ning’s sweet relief, Thou, summer, please be brief!
Yes, I know, summer days aren’t really here yet, but it sure feels like it here! It’s 35 C outside right now, with 47\% humidity. It’s in the 40’s every afternoon. And it’s May… and I’m already longing for “vacation’s sweet release” at my gramma’s house in Washington State and my music camp.
(And I used James's secret message technique... it was a challenge, but very fun. :) )