Half the summer...

is fine, a cooling comfort on the skin. But when the evening's pure night vaccuum is invaded by the hazy sun-blasting woolen heat obsession, there's no room outside for humans to walk, and we stick to the nooks and crannies of shadows and cool spots, lawns and public water works. Light is the invading army, the sidewalks are the beachhead, and the pro-sun propoganda poisons us all with the supposition that Bright is Right. But the bright's might fights us back into the bushes, slaps us in the face with its intensified pain, the whole sky a magnifying glass and we clothed bipeds the lowly ants crushed beneath the Foot of Sol....