Is there anything that feels better than
The blast of chilled air behind a fogged door
When it opens, cooling hot, sweaty skin
But soon you’re cold enough to need a coat
And a cup of coffee; hold the iced tea

Is there anything that feels better than
Leaving the icebox and goosebumps behind,
Enveloped by the humid summer heat
After sundown, while a chorus of frogs
Sing a song without words if you have ears.