It is stifling. It’s like an oven. No, no, that’s not right because that would mean a dry heat and this is anything but. You walk out of the air conditioned RV and you breath is taken away by this wall of oppressive heat thick with humidity. Heat indexes of 100 plus are being bandied about. I yearn for the days years gone by when the temp was 97….period. We were cooler before heat indexes.
No one is moving. No volleyballs are being spiked and no baseballs are being tossed between father and son. No ropes are being jumped by little girls in sundresses. The pavement is too hot to walk on with bare feet and I can’t even imagine what the sand must feel like.
Families file by on the way to the beach, lethargic because it is so hot. Kids cranky already because of the heat and its still early in the day. It’s too hot for the little ones to carry their buckets and shovels, they’re just miserable. Mom and Dad are just as miserable carrying beach bags and chairs and umbrellas and coolers……and buckets and shovels.
I see this from the comfort of my air conditioned home. I have a good supply of Pepsi’s in and all the ingredients for dinner on hand. I have no reason to go out. I’m staying put.
Hours later I watch them come back. Still hot and sweaty but sunburned now. Foolish people on vacation. For some it was the first time out in the sun with bathing suits on and they stood in the water where it felt cooler paying no mind that the water is reflecting the sun and their # 50 sunscreen is virtually useless now. They look like lobsters. Everything they carry back from the beach is covered with sand and it grates against their sunburned skin. The kids are crying, hot, tired and hungry. They’ve planned this vacation for weeks or maybe months now. Welcome to the beach.
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