Dear Summer,

I've had about enough of you.

July 2016 was Earth's hottest mês ever recorded. You heard me. Ever. Was that really necessary?

I really need to mover on, Summer, and I'd like you to do the same. Don't drag it out. Let's just get on with it.

You're just not doing it for me anymore. These hundred degree days are just too much. My skin burns at the thought of you. I dread having to go outside, because I know you and your evil little buddy The Sun are there and ready to burn me. (Tell that jerk he's up past his bedtime.) I shouldn't have to apply sunscreen for a 5 minuto trip to the store,...