By 9 a.m. the cicadas are already in full force. I wheeled my bike out of the garage this morning to ride to work — slightly late, as always — and was overwhelmed by the summeriness of it all. Humidity and the background noise of the insect orchestra combine to make Ohio in July.
I was forced to ride quickly with the being late thing and all. Arrived 20 minutes later feeling like I had partially melted. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back and soaking into my romper. Not cute. It's that damn hill by the golf course that gets me every time... If I didn't have to pedal up that bad boy, I think I would make it looking at least somewhat presentable. And less shiny, for sure.
I hear it's been way over 100 degrees for the past week or so down south. The Midwest hasn't been spared either. I'm thinking of adopting a vampiric lifestyle: sleeping all day, venturing out at night. It seems like the only way to avoid the heat. I hate sitting around in air conditioning all day, no matter how much of a relief it is. Who wants stale, recycled air when the cicadas are singing outside?
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