That morning sky, though! It was beautiful, almost seductively, but such delusion! At 7am it was already a firm 80 degrees of hot Fahrenheit. Yesterday, felt oven-like, with the convection setting turned up... the dry, heavy wind circulating shocked leaves, and knocking over livestock, children, bean stocks, and lawn chairs. We baked, slow, and long, until we were like hardtack, withered, bland, done. But what a pretty sky. It could almost make me believe the weather today might be merciful.