Forty-eight hours of being trapped in the air conditioner soaked house had finally gotten to Lucy.  Unsure if it was the forced close proximity to her family or the mindless drone of the constant weather updates played to the unending hum of the overworked a.c., she found her self standing at the plate-glass sliding door contemplating her options.

The front door opened and closed quickly followed by yet another round of “Is it hot enough for you” the glass door shut with a sucking sound behind her.  Lucy took a deep breath and instantly regretted it.  The heat seared her lungs, her lip cracked and split, and sweat beaded her hairline.  “Shit its hot,” she told the sky shading her eyes as she searched for a cool dark spot uselessly.  Turning to her left Lucy saw the faded red cooler that had always been a beacon of refreshment on trips to the lake and said a silent prayer of thanks picturing ice and frosty bottles of soda.  However, the burning sensation she felt as she lifted the plastic latch had Lucy seriously reconsidering he initial mental image of a beloved childhood object.

Just as disappointing were the can of tea and the popsicle floating in tepid water.  She snatched them both and started walking.  By the time she reached the swings and sat down Lucy felt that she had swam the two blocks not because she was cool but rather due to the dampness of her clothes.  Careful to avoid the metal chains winking evilly in the sun light Lucy opened the popsicle tossed the stick and downed the Kool-Aid that recently had been in the shape of Donald Duck according to the wrapper.  The playground was eerily quiet, as she was the only brave soul out facing the heat, and as such the buzz of a yellow jacket over by the wilting marigolds easily carried to her.  In an attempt to ignore the fact that she and the rubberized swing seat were slowly melting into each other Lucy split her time winding and unwinding herself in the swing and watching the very large bee make its way toward her abandoned popsicle trash.

Then it happened.  An actual breeze rustled the tree tops, the harsh glare off the playground equipment dimmed, and the cicadas and lightning bugs started up their nightly serenade.  Lucy popped the top on her hot lemon flavored ice-tea and touch tested the swing chain while she drained half the can’s contents.  Happy that she no longer would sustain third degree burns by brushing the metal, she place the can between her knees and pushed off.  Lucy went as high as she could leveling off parallel with the bar before swinging pendulum style back down.  Positive that the momentum she had would require little effort to maintain Lucy looped her arms around the chains, tea can in hand, leaned back, and watched the sky explode.

Over the tree line clearly visible at both highest points the inky sky filled with multi-colored starburst and loud whistling reports.  “Totally worth it” Lucy said into the night with little thought of a.c. or over crowded sleeping conditions as she soared through the air below a heaven filled with rockets.