102 in the shade dark shadows are my favorite black heat rises to the surface spilling pungent lava floes along the sable beach. Shades in perpendicular lines fail not knowing up from down, inside or out just more brag than fact, when reality knocks skin, they fall short of the goal. Still, I know she will come as surely as the sun rises and sets she will come and we will submit to the whirlwind. Dead heat phenomena will rise again to the task before deep magma stirs beneath the earth's crust. Inside.