With a burning 93 degree hot sun on hot skin turning red, shelter was a must. Without it this sketch would not exist.
Funny how the swallows don’t mind the heat as they zigzag above the water. Nor do the egrets mind standing under the blazing furnace on their mounds. Crickets still chirp. Cicadas still buzz. Only I am the wimp.
The summer sun is harsh. I have to limit my outdoor activities as I am sensitive to the heat. It drains me and leaves me with a headache. I affectionately call that baked brains. Risking that, I just could not pass up the opportunity to get out of my air conditioned prison.
Here is the original scene. I took the liberty of changing the sky and reflection in the water to a hot yellow in order to accurately represent the heat of the day.
Enjoy the remainder of summer while it lasts, friends.