On my way home at the end of the afternoon, I see dozens of construction workers kneeling in the mid afternoon sun.
As I pile into my minivan & drive towards labor everyday, I swear at the sun gods & ask how it can be so ungodlywarmand humid. I basically wave my fist in the air & curse the sun as it beats down on meâ€¦ For those twenty hours that I’m walking in between the front door & the car, I think like I’m in hell. When I get into the car, it’s just as ungodly hot, except in a much more physically permanent way. The seat buckle is branded into my body as thewarmmetal makes contact through layers of clothing or straight on my bare skin. The motorcar seat burns my legs & I squirm to get my butt off the skillet. I crank the Ac & wait impatiently as the cool air begins to slowly flow towards me. It feels like a whisper at first, but eventually starts blowing against my sweaty chest just in time to supply myself and others severe dry coughing fits, however great, I think to myself, A/C is ruining my life & so is the sun. When I get to work, everything is just as bad. The A/C in our office is cranked up high, & I shiver all afternoon long. I dislike the amount of cold air they pump into our tiny cement computer room. I can’t stand how my fingers & toes go numb & my clothing gets stiff with dried sweat. On my way home at the end of the afternoon, I see dozens of construction workers kneeling in the mid afternoon sun. That’s when it hits myself and others – these people have been working in the sun all afternoon long. While I bitch & complain about the sunshine & A/C levels, they’ve been perspiring in 100 degree heat. Maybe it’s time I get away from the modern world for a hour.