There are the new days in spring when the temperature rises to a degree that is unheard of.  There are the warm days in spring that feel hot by comparison.  I turned my jeans into shorts with white, fraying edges.  My legs are scratched red by grass and twigs that I’ve been walking through all afternoon.  My eyes are sore from the sun, (blazing).  My feet are swollen from the miles of sidewalks that I’ve trekked over, through the suburban mazes.  Green grass hills and trees with eager buds. Dirt is caked in my fingerprints and beneath my nails.  The sun has revealed my hiding freckles on my reddened nose.
     Inside the house, the air is stagnant and still.  There is a fan humming in the other room.  My window is open and I can hear city traffic pacing back and forth across the street.  The air is hot and there are no layers left to remove.