Things have changed. It happened suddenly, practically overnight.
The cool, pleasant air of springtime has fled.
So have the sun's gentle, warm rays.
The sun shines with a hot intensity now.
Heat and humidity hang thick.
We slap at mosquitoes, adjust thermostats, let down window shades...
and eat snow cones at suppertime on a Sunday evening.
While the calendar shows that it is officially still spring, the truth is...
the next four months of life in the Deep South have arrived... summer.
I am reluctant to embrace her relentless presence.
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