Hot Summer

Asheville is on fire this summer with a heat that started in March and has only elevated as the months take us deeper into the season. Swimming holes are crawling with city dwellers eager to escape the baking pavement, and night time is the only time we can find relief from the elements. Air conditioners whir incessantly outside peoples windows and many of us doubt our memories of the icy winter, which now seems like a frozen dream.

In six short days we fly to Oregon, where they are experiencing a delayed summertime. The mid seventies temperature (with barely any humidity mind you), will be like a drink of cold water and the relief will flood over us as our cells remember our cooler roots. Even ninety degrees in Portland feels like a good seventy five after coming from the oppressive southern mugginess. Oh, sweet Oregon, how we shall revel in thy temperateness, and bask in the frigid waters of thine beaches. Asheville cooks in envy at the thought of our chilled escape, and she shall be waiting with sweaty, open arms upon our return.