End of the Day

It is a different type of summer here in the desert.  Not for the locals.  But after five years, even us Canadians still find it strange.  We haven’t been so long living here that we’ve forgotten what its like to ride bike, run through sprinklers and work a garden in the middle of the day without worry of heat stroke.  Summers here resemble what our winters used to be in Canada.  People hibernate.  They run from house to car to store to work and hope that the air-conditioning/furnace works.  You wave as you head indoors.

We hang outside when the sun is going down, splashing in the pool, running around the yard and looking at our beautiful sunsets.  Its when we make the most noise and let loose.  Its when we remember what summer is all about…even if it is hotter than hell.

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