The heat has overridden so much this summer. Everyday is hot. Everyday sticks to us. Sun sticks to skin in a fiery mess, only to be peeled off and discarded on the ground. But it's not just hot. There are storms. There are hints of storms that never come. There are massive storms that slice the sky. There is hail. There is power loss. And there is still overwhelming heat. But at night, everything starts to fade and set in. Calm and comfort find their way to us. Tomorrow there will be heat, so we hang on to night.

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