Somewhere it’s five o’clock.
And somewhere it’s NOT 90 degrees.
Wonder where that is…
Possibly the other side of the world.
Since it’s Winter in the Southern Hemisphere.
June, July, and August.
In the Andes.
Not all of them get snow and ice.
And that’s year round.
Just the thought of it brings relief to the heat.
DQ did good creating The Blizzard.
Just saying it cools you off.
Having one is even better.
Sno-cones do the same thing.
Just plain ice.
That’ll cool ya down.
So will opening the icebox.
(Now there’s an old-timey word.)
Those who have hot flashes know what I mean.
Whip that door open.
Stick your arms and head inside.
Cold, frosty air comforts you in return.
And good reason to keep the old freezer-top refrigerator.
You can’t stick your head in a side-by-side.
And a bottom freezer brings you to your knees…literally.
It could be worse.
You could be camping.
And have only an ice chest.
Good luck climbing into that thing.
With the heat comes color.
Vibrant, radiant color.
Crape myrtles bursting in reds, pinks, and every shade in between.
And with the rain we got, the colors pop.
Blooming ones line the entire east fence line of Gooch Cemetery.
Crape myrtles explode between houses.
On side streets.
In front yards.
Big as buildings.
A hallelujah announcement:
Summer is here.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square with her Canine assistant, Buster.