The sun was striking down — again — on the white shingles of my home when I awoke. I peeled aside the drapes of my bedroom window and could practically feel the heat radiating through the glass. The mornings should never be this hot.
It was a hot and sticky Summer’s day. A terribly hot and sticky Summer’s day that could only be cured by a dip in the chilling lake. In fact, a nice soak would do the trick. Although, rather horribly, the air down by the lake was heavy and muggy.
