Drinking cold water in this heat feels like the greatest luxury on earth. The ice falls against the glass, my fingers sliding on the condensation before my fingers regain their grip. I feel the chill run down my esophagus and my head makes an involuntary shake. A numbness creeps into my brain the way it did when I was a kid drinking too much slurpee too fast. It's the reverse of the winter time, when all I want is the feel the heat of good coffee come through a thick clay mug. When the glass is drained I take the ice between my molars and bite hard, feeling it melt into cold pools on my palate.
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