Hello hello, from the armpits of Satan a.k.a. the Tropics in Summertime! I am ever so glad that I don't need to go out in this heat and that I have air conditioning. Here's one of my favorite poems from dear ol' Bill and a kind of summer that's far lovelier than what we have here.
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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