And lo, the earth was ravaged by sun. Shadow was scarce. Cloth became shorter in supply and in coverage. Skin craved the solace of a light breeze.
The populace, shook to their very cores, donned mirrored shades, bouncing brightness in infinite arcs.
Wafts of summer scents attacked the nose holes of the wicked and the weak. Sweat beaded on furrowed brows as those sitting listlessly in traffic inched toward their capital gains. Smoke belching from hideous machines of movement. Clocks ticked on, time passed.
They dreamed of a cooler age, a simpler period of life. They dreamed of comfy but stylish seats and soft twinkling light. Of ineffectual and unoffensive beats.
They dreamed of an hour when all was right in the world. They dreamed of 2 for 1 and crushed ice. The terrace would welcome them this evening.
Oh, that sweet, sweet release. If only the A/C (a-c, air-con) was working properly and these flip flops would just be a little less loud.
