The sun is stubborn and it doesn’t want to set.
Wearing loose cotton trousers feels like wearing sweaty lycra.
The only way to feel wind on your skin is to go on a run; but running also means setting your body on fire.
Even abandoning the outside for your computer doesn’t work; your laptop sounds like a plane about to fly.
You expose your boneless neck to strangers and colleagues. Nothing is more embarrassing than this.
You bend over, trying to mask the abdomen poking through your shirt. Now you look like a fat camel.
I hate summer this time.