The unapologetic sun jumps out from behind the clouds; sneering at me like it does... It soaks up all the freshly fallen rain, absorbing with it, any compassion or motivation I had left...
You can almost hear it getting hotter... Like the sound of tormented crickets agonizing; writhing...
Sweat is merely a fact that stings my eyes and drenches my hat...
My shirt sticks to my back on that long ride home, as I watch with jealous dismay at all the vehicles passing me with their windows rolled up tight... The sweet smell of conditioned air eludes me, and I'm alone...Alone with nothing but my troubles, my bad mood, and the steamy mirage that is the sweltering highway...
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