Up to the lake again this past week, and even there the temperature surpassed the 90 degree mark. Keep in mind this was northern Wisconsin. All the while, the heat played footsie with a surge of humidity to the point of making our floor weep. On our final day a thunderstorm rolled in and disrupted the affair, clearing the air of all unpleasantness.
This morning we left a perfect day behind us: 72 degrees, clear skies, and a breeze ruffling the water. And now we're back to this island of heat we call home. I shouldn't complain; we could be living in Phoenix.
Edgy Colors
On plasma screens
the weather map lights up
with yellows and reds,
crabbing from west to east
along an unstable line.
A towering thunderstorm forms
a front on summer's brink.
But it is my old black and white TV
that has it right: gray on gray.
Outside
no bright candy color scenes,
only somber-suited clouds
and a hint of Oz-like green.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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