It feels like an oven here in D.C. When you step outside, the heat surrounds you from every direction. This is exactly how Florida felt to me when I first visited my grandmother there many years ago at age fourteen. My first time on a plane all by myself, but I digress. Is this global waming (what's that?) or is typical D.C. humidity right around the corner?
Ice cream vendors everywhere
Hot summer sun on Archives relief sculpture
Crape Myrtle, which seems to have been blooming forever already by my favorite Starbucks