It Is 90 Degrees Out Here

            Sweltering heat. Hot as potatoes. Arid. A sandpaper mouthed afternoon.
            But it was great. Sure was. I got stung by a bee today, right in the leg, while I was sitting in the water.
            Ouch.
            I’ve been stung before, on my feet and neck. But never on such a hot day. Hot as potatoes. Nope.
            Where the hell did that bee come from? Like a grim kamikaze pilot. Ended up buzzing around stuck in the water. Like it deserved.
            But I’m not angry. Oh no, not angry at that stupid bee.
            Too hot for that. Hot as fresh-baked, rosemary-seasoned potatoes.