Walking outside from the comfort of my air conditioned home into a sultry, stagnant mass was like walking into a brick wall. The humidity was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I looked up to the sky and asked, "Are you serious, Sirius? Already?" The dog days of summer had arrived early this year.
As I drove my car down the road the song, Summertime In the City popped into my head and I began to sing.
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty."
Then a commercial for Irish Spring soap popped into my head and I began to say it with a fake Irish accent.
Hey! I know what I am going to do tonight. I will look for the first dog-day cicadas of the year, and then they can sing to me all day and night.
When I found two sharing the same wooden dowel in my garden I thought, Just like Doublemint Gum, this is double my pleasure, double my fun.
And then I began to sing the song Celebration by Kool And the Gang.
Will you look at that! The dog-day cicadas burst out of their dirty shells all wet, and dried off all "fresh and clean," just as if they used Irish Spring.
I wonder if my freewrite partner @deirdyweirdy who lives in Ireland, uses Irish Spring soap?
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