The Heat is On

It’s hot—almost, but not quite, Kamloops summer hot. The temperature gauge in the car reads 34 Celsius (that’s 93 Fahrenheit) when I’m on the way home. I put the groceries away and water my flowers, then gather a book and my glasses and head out to the deck.

A bear in the yard shakes things up and by the time Gerry scares him away, and he runs across the ridge and disappears, the mood has passed. So we watch the news, and have a light supper, and I cut in the air conditioning for the sake of our little Yorkie, Maya, who doesn’t appear to enjoy the heat as much as we do.

Later, we go to bed to read (us, not Maya) and I turn on the pedestal oscillating fan, setting it to run for an hour, and the day winds down. It’s been a bristly one. I bid it adieu.

Now the doors and windows are open to the morning air and it promises to be another hot day. Goodbye, May. Bring on summer.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. Glad the bear did no damage and you all are safe.

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