saturday photo essay: heat stroke
Saturday photo essay: heat stroke
Heat does not know of holidays. The sun beat down and the banners hung still and limp, waiting for some kind of breeze. The stars and stripes adorned the yard in an attempt to give a festive air to a day where we all just wanted to sit under an umbrella and sleep. Even the flag was thirsty for a cool drink.
While the older people sat around and complained, the younger ones showed us how to have a ball, even in sweltering heat. They were told to go cool off and they gave it a whirl, and created a wave of cool, refreshing fun.
Getting soaked seemed to be the course of the day, even if you had to take matters into your own hands.
By late afternoon most of us just wanted to sprout wings and fly to a cooler place.