On my bike ride home from school today, I saw a group of little kids playing under a garden hose. Squeals of excitement as cold water hit warm heads and limbs. Steam rising off the pavement, residual from yesterday's triple digits. A commingling of neighborhood children of all ages that only summer heat and boredom can pull together. As I approached, one pre-schooler, drenched in her saggy underwear, burst into a smile. "Hi!" she waved excitedly. I smiled and waved, while another offered, "it's so HOT!". Knowing what I was doing I said, "I know, but is the water hot?"
I was dry by the time I got home.