#52sparks: Patterns

It happens every August, and every August I simply do not understand it.

Why is it hotter at 5pm than at noon?

There is a cartoon image in my head that explains how daytime and nighttime work. The earth turns round and round, which makes the sun set in one part of the world while rising in another. At noon, the sun would be at its highest point. And noon is different for different time zones and countries. As the sun heads back down to the horizon, my little animated story anticipates that the temperatures would go down. Less sunshine equals less heat. Just like a big campfire creates more heat than a little one. The logic seems sound.

And yet, every single summer I am frustrated as temperatures rise to the 90s in the afternoon and remain there until almost darkness.


Alice: “There’s no use trying, one can’t believe impossible things.”

Queen: “I daresay you haven’t had much practice, when I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”


My rational brain knows there is a reason that it is hotter in the afternoons and evenings than at noon. My rational brain also knows that the colors in a rainbow are based on refracted light, that ripples in a pond are broken surface tension, and the petals on a flower create patterns to entice bumblebees.

My imagination refuses to be limited to such logic and wants a different ending. It wants the rainbow to come from a paint brush, ripples to be from pixies’ footsteps, and petals to be nature looking extra pretty.

I refuse to like the hot nights and not as hot noon-times, but I guess I have to accept it for seeing some impossibly possible beauty in the wildflowers blooming under the sun.


“We are the spark, that will light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down” (Poe Dameron, Star Wars: The Last Jedi). – #52sparks is my year-long writing series for 2020, based on an art prompt challenge. The spark that lights a fire to toast a marshmallow or to ravage a forest begins in the space of an inch. This series is to explore what hundreds of inches and words can do.

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