How are you enjoying the heat? I felt warm reading your poem and can’t blame the coyotes to keep hidden.
Usually the heat makes me miserable, but for as hot as it got while we were there, I didn’t mind it the few times I went out. It’s a dry heat, after all.
How are you enjoying the heat? I felt warm reading your poem and can’t blame the coyotes to keep hidden.
Usually the heat makes me miserable, but for as hot as it got while we were there, I didn’t mind it the few times I went out. It’s a dry heat, after all.