June. These days, it’s so hot that summer rains coax steam from the pavement, and that phrase, “You could fry an egg on the sidewalk” doesn’t seem so unrealistic. Aside from bodies of water, the only comfortable place to be is inside. But that seems like such a shame. The stream by the cotton gin is clear and cold and fit for wading, and downtown strolling is calling. The pizza parlor sells ice cream by the scoop that the sun melts in a minute’s time and leaves me more thirsty than cool, but there is something satisfying about it.¬†White t-shirts, high-waisted cutoffs, and high tops – the outfit of June – are just the thing for hot temperatures and summertime escapades. They’re simple like summer should be.