A Note to Summer

Dear Summer:

I am so over you.

You are hot. And not in a good way.

You got all up in Spring’s grill and pissed her off enough that she blew town. Nice going. Now we have no spring showers, no cool nights, and no cloudy days. Just sweltering heat and sun – hot enough to bore a hole in my skull.

Did you know that I used to worship you? Yes. It is true. My first summer in Texas, 10 years ago, we hit record breaking heat waves with +35 days over 100, and I celebrated EVERY DAY. In fact, I loved the heat until last year. Apparently, it takes 8 years for you to break me.

I am quitting you. We are no longer best friends.

Oh, and if you have any of my stuff, I want it back.