It’s been steamy again, the last few days. As I write this on Monday night, a hot breeze is stirring the leaves in the tree outside my front room window. Beside me on my desk is a large mason jar full of cold water and lime slices, left over from my supper. The water inside the jar is so cold, and the air inside my front room so warm, that beads of water are dripping down the sides of the jar, onto a cloth napkin that I put underneath it to catch the moisture.
I appreciate cold lime water on hot days.