Posted on Monday, 11th January 2010 by Interloper
Around this time every year, it seems inevitable that I start to write about the heat. I’m no fan of hot summers and here in Australia they are just about impossible to avoid. Even inside, with the windows shuttered and the air-conditioning set to max, you can still feel the heat all around you. And it’s heavy.
How thankful am I to have been born into a time (and a civilisation) that knows the pleasures of air-conditioning. It seems that I could just have easily been born as a nomad, doomed to spend my life trekking across the open desert, with a mule in tow and the sand in my face.
Today it’s set to reach 42 °C (107.6 °F) in Adelaide and even hotter elsewhere in Australia. But for South Australia, at least, salvation may be on the way with rain (already considered somewhat of a mythical substance by some) forecast for tomorrow.
So I’ll listen and wait for Airavata to sound his trumpeting cry; may the sound of his thundering feet herald the glorious rain.
Because, seriously, we’re turning all turning to dust down here.
Good morning, Monday.
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