Imagine a scenario in which summers weren't there. Imagine a scenario in which amid May, you could sit in your verandah, appreciating the dusk, backing off for some time in your life. Imagine a scenario in which you could feel a delicate cool wind advancing past you, blowing your hair, invigorating your faculties. All things considered, sorry to learn the air pocket, however while you are in your burning city, envisioning this wild can be synonymous with lunacy.
Be that as it may, since you're currently molded for delight even in the scarcest of solace and magnificence, on account of the heinous warmth in the town.