It is hot, y’all.
I know this isn’t groundbreaking—it’s mid-July in the South. If you never lived here for the summer, or you’ve been somewhere else long enough to forget, imagine walking through a very thin soup. This heat, beaming down from on high and bouncing off of the pavement, is a fact of life in the southern part of heaven. It’s an oppressive heat, made heavy by the humidity, that pushes down on your head and shoulders until you give up and go inside. The soaring temperatures are a curse for folks who have to work in it, but a blessing for strangers without anything but the weather to talk about.