Who do I even address here? We’ll go with “you”.

Hey You,

Why is it so hot!? I understand that there is the whole “summer” thing going on right about now, but you could say this is a little much. Let me describe to you my trek from the metro to my class room on any given morning in DC:

I’m at the bottom of the escalator. Still shielded by the overhang’s shade. I can already feel the heat seeping down step by step. Yes. Seeping down the up escalator. That’s how evil this heat is. I have to take the plunge. I have to commit. I step on.

As I get closer and closer to the top the sun hits with full force practically blinding me in the process. I have to get to this classroom before it’s too late, but who knows if I’ll even make it. I duck and run. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes from the sky. Incapable of seeing where I’m going I barrel into about twelve people. They fall to the ground where the pavement is so hot it fries them alive.

Simple casualties of war. Expendables.

The local pigeons around me are bursting in the heat as I run by. It's like running through a mine field. You have to just keep running, don't look back.

I’m nearly half way there when I feel it starting to happen. Despite my best efforts I’m melting right there on this sidewalk. I’ll be lucky if I get five more steps in before I’m just a boiling puddle on the ground. The screams from the public are terrifying. The screams of a person being burned alive. I can’t even describe it.

This may be the end.

But there. In the distance. I see it. It’s…it’s a Starbucks. I have no motivation to make it. Suddenly the glass door swings open. The familiar green apron wearing barista shows his face. He’s waving me in. He’s giving me a chance. This is it. I muster all strength and dive through the doorway. Safe. For now.

Maybe that was a slight exaggeration but essentially, the fact that I have to worry about my two block walk from the metro to my class room is ridiculous.

I don’t see what you’re trying to do here. If you want to prove that you can make things hot, then I speak for everyone when I say that we get it.

Sure DC is technically South, but leave the Southern heat down there please. Us city folk don’t care for it. Thanks to you I have researched into tribal dances to bring in “cold winds” and “strong rains”. Yes, this is how far you have pushed me! It is only time until I perfect them.

In other words, you’ll have to give in eventually. Despite what you want, it can’t be warm forever. Fall and Winter will come and end all of this suffering you have brought us.

In the meantime, however, I ask for your mercy. I’d rather not die of heat exhaustion every time I need to get to class. Getting to class is a struggle in itself.