After another day of near record temperatures, the early evening light had gone a dull gray. It was as though the sun had either burned itself out or the air had filled with ash from the scorched earth itself.
Outdoors, a damp musky odor like hundreds of well worn boots suggested the air was pinned to the ground by a muffling blanket.
Indoors, it wasn't until the air conditioner cycled off and the sound of air rushing through vents died leaving an abnormal quiet that I realized the AC had been running non-stop for hours on end.
Though no radio was on, I could imagine the AM disc jockeys rolling out their It's a hottttt one, a real burner, with no relief in sight.
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