I hate summer.

As I type, I have a glass of water filled with thinning cubes of ice that seem to escape from the glass in forms of moisture. Soon, the glass looks immensely wet from the outside, it won't take that long. I forgot to put a glass coaster. In this heat, it would surely leave a puddle in the dining table and my mom would be furious. To get to the coaster, I have to leave this place, walk a few feet, open the drawer and walk back. Honestly, my fingers are about the only thing that I can manage to move right now. I can take the scolding, but I cannot take this heat.

Manila is at 34 Degrees Celsius now. In a way, we are lucky. It isn't that bad. Two days ago it reached 36 Degrees, but to be honest, the difference is unrecognizable. The point is, it's still hot. It's the kind of heat that immobilizes you. I can't think of a place that's worst than this. But sure, of course there is. This heats make me overreact and be dramatic. Thinking about the dessert places make me want to puke. I don't like the summer and if I were given a choice, I would never be here in the tropics. 

Checking on my dogs in the middle of the day makes my heart break. Their eyes say it all and I know they scream for snow. Their energies are obviously stripped from this heat. What they do is sleep and just try to forget the hours. They don't even eat their lunch with gusto. They would find a nook and stay there for as long as possible reserving their energy to cool themselves down. Bruce finds his solace in a damp shaded place under his home. Harvey and Chivas stay indoors and sleep with their bodies pressed in the cold tiles and wall. They look miserable, like me, but they do try to cope. 

If only I can whisk them away and go to a place where it's cool, crisp and scenic. Gray clouds, winds and snow states are even better. Anywhere but here in the tropics during summer. 

Summer heat even in varying degrees is still a taste of hell. I hate summer.