Grover Washington Junior - “Mister Magic”
Today is so hot that our car is whimpering when I turn it off. I’m drinking Sprite from a glass bottle, spreading my toes as wide as they’ll spread. My shirt is stuck with sweat to my sunburn from the beach yesterday, the bit where my hands wouldn’t reach with the sunscreen. But when the breeze picks up, today sounds just like this song.
Cicadas and all.