A scalloped edged dollop of cloud cover plummeted to the blacktop before me, sp-l-l-a-t! Absorbed by the asphalt, all melty like a blackened S’mores over a too hot fire, I didn’t need a thermometer to tell me today would be another scorcher.
A slow, steady trickle of perfectly formed beads of sweat dripped from my face as if sourced from an ancient artesian aquifer and yet, this face faucet sensation paled in comparison to the tiny, raging rivulet between my breasts flowing downward, obedient to Newton’s first law. A gluey, syrupy film had begun to appear on my arms and legs, until it covered the entire surface of my body, perspiration seeping from every pore – who turned the sauna to 212°?!
A quick glance at the water level in my Hydro Flask cautioned me from continuing my walking odyssey, 2 hours having passed since sparkling sunshine, bluest blue skies and caressing breeze seduced me out of doors; I still needed to make the return trip. Adaptability, endurance, high tolerance, straight away were no match for the burgeoning desire to get back home, peel the sopping clothing stuck to my body like the thin skin of an onion layer, and step into my state of the art thermostatic shower system with multi function shower head and rain head and luxuriate in the cascade of cool, cool, cool water.