It's hot. That's all there is to it. 101 today, and we may hit 103 tomorrow. Southern heat, too. None of that pansy western no-humidity heat.
You don't know what hot is unless you're a laborer and have to work out in that miasma all day long.
If I hear one more asshole say that there's no such thing as man-made global warming, I'm going to kick his ass.
Mill Creek Falls. Where I went swimming in June, three years ago. I dreamed of it today.