Randomness Signed Gibbons

…suddenly. And with all the subtlety of a slap from a dishtowel, heavy with hot dishwater.

In June, after a May sodden with rainy days, we Montrealers are greedy for the sun. We read on our front porches and we gather in terraces. We soak it up as soon as it pokes its big head out from behind the clouds for 15 minutes.

So today, with temperatures in the 30s and sun enough to give us all skin cancer, we rushed outside.

I decided to ride my bike to the Lasalle library to pick up a card. It was a scenic ride along the river, of about 18 km (I checked Google maps). It was fun.

But frankly, I think summer’s advances were just a little too much, too soon. We haven’t had time to become acclimatized to the weather, like the frog in the story, who was boiled alive very slowly.

Just look at the bikini-clad corpses littering the park like it’s a beach! Everyone’s out buying ice cream cones and slurpies and setting up neon-green beach umbrellas on picnic tables. There were even people swimming in the muddy Saint-Lawrence! Clearly, this sudden summer weather has gone to our heads. We can’t take the heat!