Dog Days

Every year I forget or maybe repress the memory of the unbearable heat that descends on New York City in the summer. The city becomes an oven – the heat reflects off of the buildings and the sidewalks. Descending the subway stairs feels like descending into hell. I thank my lucky stars that the parents of my brother-in-law have a house in Sagaponack and welcome us there with open arms. We brave the train, the beer-swilling meatheads and sun-charred bimbettes that are all heading to the Hamptons and clench our teeth at the two hour train ride (this time at sub-Arctic temperatures). We disembark with smiling faces because we know that for the two next glorious days we’ve escaped.

© Sarah Girner