Anywhere But Here

The calendar turned to July and the weather to sun, heat so hot your wore only the bare necessities so as to be decent in public. You sought out shade and drank countless glasses iced of water.

You had absolutely no time to get used to all the blinding heat when bam, big grey clouds moved in, periodically releasing rain of monsoon proportions. The earth cooled and your started wearing your accustomed uniform of wool socks, jeans, t-shirt and polatec jacket.

I feel as if I’ve been gypped.