Summer in the South
Heat. Sticky, muggy heat. 88 degrees and it's only the middle of May, heat. Everything moves more slowly, in the heat.
Traffic crawls- "Come on, Harvey baby, Mommy promises she'll get you gas after work if you'll just get me off this interstate."
Minds begin to fry- "Where was I supposed to turn? Oh, wait I'm going the wrong way. OK, I'm turning around. Now I'm going the right way. But where am I going again?"
Training stretches out indeterminably-"Wait, this was only supposed to be half an hour. So why is it 3 already? I don't have an attention span anymore....Hey, I'm going to miss my show...Oh, this product lightens and brightens, fascinating....What time does the library close?...Wait, we're still here?"
The sun's rays are having their cruel effect- "It was 88 three hours ago. Now it's 96. Well, at least Bath and Body Works's A.C. is working." "It feels good out here. It's cold inside." "Are you insane?"