This morning the sunrise was like a lovely pastel painting. The red ball, with the ability to cause so much distress, lingered, almost shyly as it cleared the horizon and then ducked into low hanging clouds on the horizon. As it did so, shades of blues, greys and pinks streaked across the sky.
The night had been the gentleness it has been in weeks. We welcomed evening breezes and temperatures in the 70s, but were told to expect another week of triple digit days and nights that hover in the 80s. Even native Missourians admit to never having seen temperatures or remembering anything like July 2012.
People remain as in cloisters, coming out only for necessities or to get to cooler places even as some forgo caution to try to keep to whatever morning ritual is theirs as St. Louis breaks all records and 105 seems to be the "norm" for each day. It is hot!
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