These have got to be record breaking temperatures.
They just have to be.
It's been so hot that, on Saturday, there was the most spectacular thunder & lightening storm I've ever witnessed. The sky was the most brilliant colour of orange. The rain drops were enormous. The forks of lightening were phenomenal. It was incredible.
The HSBC celebration of light (formerly the Benson and Hedges Symphony of Fire) was on it's second night (Saturday) with South Africa up to bat. The fire works were impressive but not many people showed, I'm guessing, because they were so mesmerized by the show Mother Nature was putting on. (or else too scared to set foot out of their door as the lightening was right over head). I'm told that at one point (though I missed it) a fork of lightening and a firework actually met in the sky (or seemed to).
Mother Nature always has to one up us mortals.
This week, the temperatures are supposed to (and I'm pretty sure already have) reach(ed) the low to mid thirties. Yesterday I thought I was going to pass out on the bus. The air is heavy and humid.
It's hard to breath.
I'm not complaining.
What's the point in complaining about something you cannot change?
My advice?
Drink a beer.
Go for a swim.
Or however it is that you like to beat the heat.
And
Don't forget to slip (on a shirt), slap (on a hat) and Slop (on some sunscreen)
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