Why do they call it a heat wave?
In my experience I’ve never swam in an ocean as warm as the beads of sweat trickling down my temple. I’ve never faced a wave so magnificent that it took two weeks to come and go. I’ve never floated in atmospherics with a name association so tantalizing and yet so unsatisfying.
The phenomena I see being that literal heat waves don’t necessarily follow the rhythm of idiomatically conceived heat waves, at least not for some time to come.
Ironically, I pray for warmer waters in the winter, and as if I made a deal with the devil, he delivers another damn heat wave. “Your wish is my command.”
It’s so hot that JB is standing in the kitchen with his head in the freezer, and I think I’ll go join him.