GLOBAL BROILING

It’s time for a new name. 

Because this spring has not been warm. The winter was warm (most people’s tomatoes made it through. And all the mosquitoes).

Even the name “heat wave” can change. 

Let’s try out “Global Broiling” and “Hellfire Wave”. 

When I wake up at three in the morning drenched in sweat, and my trees droop, and the birds wait in the morning for me to switch on the sprinkler, the reality of climate change is no longer a question.

It’s getting real. “Woedend warm”* as my mom says. 
*lividly hot

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