Wind blowing in this hot afternoon sun, shaking bushes,
flowers, trees and people's hair.
Sometimes making it look like it might be freezing cold
outside as things shiver like crazy in the wind.
Not realizing that there is nothing cold in a hot, arid
afternoon sunshine in this Arizona desert.
Only the heat that makes one sweat profusely, enabling
us to be cooled down in this way.
Amazingly a heated, hot, hot sun makes us sweat, as the
wind blows upon each of us, cooling us down.
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