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A Special Summer Day Essay

A Hot Summer Day



A Hot Summer Day :




A man staying in the cool and calm atmosphere of his house can hardly know what heat can do to a person. We sometimes do feel hot in spite of the fan but that heat is bearable. What about the man on the road? Only a person how has had an experience of this can know the difference and appreciate the comfort which we find only by staying within our four walls. It is difficult to know A Hot Summer Day.


I dread heat and cold equally. But once on an xceptinsally hot day, I had to remain out of doors on business. I started at eight in the morning, when the heat was somewhat bearable.


I thought I would finish whatever I had to do before it got unbearably hot. But alas! I had not taken into account the hurdle that was to come that day before me. Every step threw me behind schedule. At noon, worn hot and miserable, I still found me on the road.


During these hours my clothes got wet with perspiration ad dried up so many times that I made quite a clumsy figure. During this period I had drunk water like a fish.


Now I thought one again to refresh myself with cold drink. I entered a restaurant. I demanded a cold drink and the bearer there must have taken me for a mad man as they watched me consume some four or five glasses of it. You cannot imagine how much at ease I felt inside that air conditioned restaurant. I almost thought of sitting down there for the rest of the day. But I had to move out to finish my work the day.


Here on the road, for the first time in the day, I saw a man who was in a greater trouble than myself and who looked more uneasy than I. He was a bald-headed middle-aged man. As he went along I saw to my horror that he went with a bundle on his head. I could not be mad but he was surely almost mad with heat. I cannot say whether he actually went mad by the item he reached home. It made me almost nervous when I realized that my conditions were much better. The next thing I did was to take a bus and return home.


That day was a day I spent in hell. Next day I read in the newspaper that man had died due to heat. Such was the intensity of summer.





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I love summer. Aside from the brief respite I get from my snow addiction, summer helps me relax. It’s for road trips and lazy days by the lake; for perfect days spent sending your hardest climb, riding your favourite trail or reading your favourite book. Summer brings out the best in all of us. The streets of every city and every town take it down a notch and people cruise through their days. They spend less time doing and more time being.

Summer views…
Photo – D. McLeish

I like to wake up earlier in the summer, especially if it’s one of those rare days when work has escaped my present and moved to my past. I love the bliss of sitting outside with my wife, enjoying coffee and breakfast as the sun starts to shine. We trade newspaper sections and shuttle back and forth to the kitchen, taking turns making the next brew. A little later my dog stretches her last morning stretch and decides it’s time for her morning walk. Today it’s the beach. An hour of sniffing, exploring and frolicking in the surf and she is ready for some lounge time. The sun is up now as we arrive back home and the day is just starting to get going. We hop on our bikes and spend the next couple of hours on dirt, rubber side down, getting our single track on.

Beach, forest, lake. When you’re a dog, it doesn’t matter, it’s all good when summer’s here.
Photo – D. McLeish

Home again and this time, after a long shower, we grab our furry friend and head into town for lunch. The food stalls in the farmer’s market beckon us with their treats. Kids are running around with balloons and painted faces and our dog cringes at each child’s yelp. We eat perogies and bacon, drink smoothies and beer, and chat to other locals enjoying their day. Back home and we cruise into the afternoon reading books in the late day sun.

Ok, maybe I miss this just a tad…even on my perfect summer day.
Photo – Grant Baldwin

Dinner is an all night affair. We spend an hour dressing up, like we’re on a first date. We hop in the car and drive the coast to the city. The sun starts to set as the streets light up. It’s bustling in town, and we find a table outside at our favourite bistro. It’s busy in the city. It’s warm and humid and people are everywhere. But it’s different somehow. The vibe is relaxed and intimate. As I sit and look at my wife and the people around me, I see that difference. There’s no rushing around, no hustle to work. People are walking and talking. Couples are strolling and families are playing. Young people occupy benches and bar stools. Every restaurant has its doors and windows open and the air is filled with a mix of music and mellowness. I love summer.

Summer sunsets in the city…blissful. Photo by: HQ Wallbase [ www.hqwallbase.com ]

After a long and relaxing meal we spend the next few hours strolling about the city. We stop and drink espresso; we have dessert at an outdoor bar; we dance to a jazz player on the street; we watch the world around us. Alas we return home, let the dog out and retire to bed. It’s warm in the house and the breeze comes off the ocean through the window. I lay there, perfectly happy and relaxed and ignorant. Summer is like that; it breeds that type of ignorance we lack sometimes. It helps us ignore all the bullshit. It helps us to stop doing and teaches us to start being.
That’s my perfect summer day.
What’s yours?

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About D'Arcy McLeish

Writer, copywriter, professional ski patroller, rope access technician, mountain rescue specialist, coffee addict, CBC listener. When not doing any of these things, you'll find D'Arcy either reading, climbing or riding his bike. He lives in Squamish, British Columbia.

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