Hot hot heat

Today as I was walking through busy, illuminated streets wrapped up in a woolly coat and scarf, I thought about summer
Those sweltering nights we spent up on the roof watching the fireworks, the feel of hot concrete and warm sand between my toes, lying with the cat in our favorite square patch of sunshine, midnight trips to the store for ice cream...loose skirts swaying, wind chimes tinkling, shoulders burning, ice cubes clicking...flip flops squeaking, Bebel Gilberto singing
Oh man I miss it all

Illustration by Linda Zacks