The Heat

For the first time in a long time, I'm warm. The windows are open, the sweater and long-sleeved shirt are peeled off and I'm sitting comfortably in short sleeves. 

The heat has roared in on a wild west wind, sending temperatures into the 70s before 10 a.m. It reminds me of a mythical beast, this heat, like something I'd heard about but wasn't sure was real. Now that I've had a taste of it, I'm remembering how it limbers up the muscles and frees up the mind. How it opens doors, both literally and metaphorically. 

I'd like to think the heat is here to stay, but I know better. It's a fickle time of year. We could have cold rain tomorrow. But at least the heat is here now. And I'm basking in it.