A thousand words

Rather than tell you it was hot in Santa Cruz this holiday season, I thought I’d show you. Over the course of about a week, this wax candle began to lean, then languidly melted over. (At certain moments when the day was in the upper nineties and humid, I felt I could identify with the candle.)

So I ask those of you who spent a cold, snowy Michigan Christmas (or elsewhere, under similar conditions)—are you envious, or grateful you weren’t here sweating with us?