Clammy, Clammy Night

Now here’s a fine mess we’re in....the powers-that-be are warning us that night temperatures are shooting up drastically.

It’s so hot, I wish I could get into the freezer!

You’d think with all these alerts and portents, we’d wise up.

Being unique in that aspect, we’ve merely ended up confusing Night and Day.

Day, feeling threatened and territorial, is mad at Night, resenting this attempted intrusion on personal turf.

Night, however, is on the defensive.

“Not my fault. Hey, I’m the cool one – I don’t want to change.  May I point out that poets once wrote: ‘She walks in beauty like the Night’? Got that? ‘Night’. Not ‘Day’. So tell Day to back off.”

And while they snarl and snap, we humans, the real culprits, are a sorry – and very damp – lot.

You expect discomfort in the summer; the ghastly ‘summer hair’, prickly heat, and clothes that turn to vicious cling-wrap.

You trudge on, telling yourself: “It’ll soon be night. And there’ll be moonlit breezy relief.”

Not any more.

Darkness falls – and you are still using daytime-whine vocabulary.

Confusing.

And especially tough on those whose only respite from searing heat is nightfall.

Seriously, everyone – wake up.

The next time you get that overwhelming urge to punch another hole in the old ozone – pause and re-consider.