112
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
I cannot explain what 112 degrees feels like. The sun hurts your skin. It feels as if it is burning, crisping. I did not burst into flames, but then again I did not stay out too long. The aircon on the car does not cool it down enough. The radio blasts extreme heat warnings. We head to Payson but get lost cause I head up the 17 instead of the 87. Blurry.