July is arguably the hottest month of the year. On a merciful day, the air was dry and hot. The sun beat high in the sky, hot and merciless. But today the sun was playing hide and seek, hiding behind the thick gray clouds that seemed to beg for release. The air was thick, humid and extremely uncomfortable. The thud of my shoes on the concrete sidewalk beneath me seemed to get louder with every step. By an error of judgment, I decided to go for a quick jog before the 4th of July celebration (celebration meaning impending doom) at my aunt's house, a big mistake. The blood pounded in my ears and my rhythm became more strident with each beat of my heart as I turned the corner and reached my street. Finally, I walked into my mother's bright kitchen, feeling like I might collapse if I tried too hard. She burst out laughing when she saw me standing in the doorway and pulled a chair away from her oversized kitchen table, gesturing for me to sit down. I immediately broke down, smiling gratefully as she took a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed it lightly at me. “Is it hot there?” » she asked returning to the casserole, I thought she would take it to the barbecue. I laughed weakly, “It’s not really hot…just muggy and very humid.” Let's hope this doesn't ruin tonight's fireworks. » She nodded absently. I sighed and lifted myself from the chair, forcing my legs to carry me forward. With my mother and her casserole behind me, I decided it was time to prepare for the promising afternoon that awaited me. After a long hot shower, which thankfully relaxed my tense muscles, I curled my long brown hair and expertly applied makeup to my face. . I ...... middle of paper ...... the air. The sun was setting; the sky speckled with beautiful pinks, oranges, purples and deep blues. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of calm come over me. I went back inside and changed my clothes, hoping that after such a hectic day, everything else would be okay. I was wrong. After getting burned several times with sparklers, I abandoned the whole institution. I wish I could say the same thing about my uncle. After managing to smash a window with a screaming angel and having to run inside to make sure there was minimal damage, my aunt grabbed the fireworks and interrupted the celebration, fearing for the well-being of his home. I laughed inside, happy that the day ended without any serious injuries and that everyone had a good time. Despite the harsh sun, humid air, burning gasoline cans and broken windows, it was a beautiful day..