Hot

Oh. My. Goodness

It was hot today . . . and it's going to get hotter.

Just as the first significant snowfall reminds me of my grandfather and his yearly reading of Snow-Bound by John Greenleaf Whittier, a heat wave makes me think of Fire and Ice by Robert Frost.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

I'm not exactly sure why this poem comes to mind, but maybe it stems from discussions with people as to whether or not it would be better to be too hot or too cold.  Obviously that isn't what Frost had in mind, but it's what pops into my mind.

As to the question, hot or cold, I think that even though I hate to be cold, I would rather have to endure extreme cold rather than extreme heat.  My reasoning is that it is lots easier to put on more clothes in order to try to become warm, but once you've taken off every bit of clothing and you're still hot, there's not much else you can do.  And that doesn't even take into account the embarrassment factor of stripping naked in order to try to cool off.  If that was my only option, I would either burn up or melt into a large (but quickly evaporated) puddle of moisture before I would subject anyone else to a glimpse of my unclothed body. 

Ugh.

Tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day . . . well, you get the idea . . . are going to be really hot.  I plan to think frosty (not Frost-y) thoughts and imagine a glistening world of ice.