Daily story, May 2, 2025

It was so hot I thought I might melt, the way your kid’s favourite toy does when you try to clean it in the dishwasher. Misshapen and bubbling, but still recognisable enough to make a loved one cry. I thought I might melt just enough to turn brittle when I set again, to look OK and then crack a month later. I thought I might melt, but I didn’t, and the weather turned again.