Sizzling oppression

The air is still and heavy

Sky glares overhead

In Indiana, the heat and humidity make the air seem like a living thing, a suffocating, scalding weight against your body. Your mind cries out for a cool breeze and cold water. Insects buzz incessantly and you are the candy they crave. Summer isn’t a season for the faint of heart.

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