102

The sun shines, relentless in the summer afternoon, as you trip quickly on bare feet across hot rocks. 102 degrees, this land was not made to be made civilized. Every law of nature lies defeated, it feels the way a note feels when it's off key. The snowbirds moved everything from their other towns here, made it all the same, just warmer, just unbearable. America, did you never stop to think of reason? No, I know the answer is no. 

A little girl waits at the end of the blinking cursor. She is impatient now, she's warmed up to the dance and wants to keep running. You feel the buzz yourself, you want to run right with her.  The others retreat to their rooms, take a break, take a chance to recover from all the rest of life but you are at the edge of the cursor now, you have a leap ahead of you and nothing but the skies beyond, don't you see? You built this life and now it is time to reap the rewards. 

Take my hand. 
We've a long, long way to jump.