Ah, summer. The morning sun could actually reach deep into the canyon street to find the window to my claustrophobic kitchen. The one bit of green in my life loved it, but my eyes burned.
The loud music that played half the night continued to echo in my ears.
I sat down for breakfast. The neighbors on the right were already fighting.
I pictured my beautiful coastal house.
It was now under water.
As was my childhood home.
I still missed the farm.
The air conditioning kicking on pulled me out of my reverie.
It would be another hot day.
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