I am having flashbacks of winter.
You remember; the cold, the wind chills,
The snow that would never go away.
Only this time, it is the heat, the humidity, the stagnant air.
Looking for relief when the sun sets
And finding none.
The bugs are what you would imagine in Jurassic Park.
My bra sticks to me just going to the car.
One week ago we returned from Wyoming
on the hottest day of the year.
And it hasn't let up.
Wyoming was paradise.
Any place without humidity is paradise.
Heck, North Platte was paradise!
Eastern Nebraska is hell.