As I stated in a previous entry, I do not like summer (see May 30 entry). I do not like the heat and especially, the humidity. Plus, kudzu is a nuisance worse than telemarketers and George Steinbrenner combined.
Because of this, I often cast a longing glance toward locations that have cooler temperatures this time of year. For example, Barrow, AK, is the northernmost city in America, and at most times, it is a rugged place to live. It annually has about six weeks of total darkness in the winter.
However, the high temperature predicted for there on Saturday is 39 degrees. Here, it is forecasted to be 93 degrees and stickier than the La Brea tar pits.
I am tempted to hit the road in search of relief. Indeed, Barrow sounds sweet. But here I will stay.
Even though it is hot here, the cool air is not far away. I can almost taste it.