Summer has officially arrived in the northern hemisphere and like an Arab family coming home from the USA; it has come with a lot of messy baggage. As I write this piece, I am sitting in an air-conditioned café watching the passer-bys literally melt into the scorching pavement.   A little boy is drinking his chocolate ice cream while his mother is inhaling her coffee. I shudder at the thought of going out to face the elements so I am determined to make this experience last longer.  Looking outside to my right I notice a graduation procession passing by with all the cars tooting and everyone dancing. They have no idea what's in store for them, I muse sarcastically. As the last car in the motorcade passes by I am readily confronted by a good looking young man passing by who in display of utmost desperation and shamelessness takes off his T-shirt to reveal his bare muscular torso. Obviously he works out; I stare down in mix of jealousy and misery noticing my wobbly abs while coming up with a mental list of excuses I could use not to take my shirt off in a swimming pool filled with sets of six packs, bulging biceps, chiseled pecs, pierced slim belly buttons, and round firm behinds.  Heat, noisy events, and low self esteem, that’s how summer introduced itself to me. Just as I am about to get more depressed with the elements of summer, a stream of artificially cooled air gently caresses my cheek to sooth me and remind me that even though I can't stand the heat, I can always be happy in an air conditioned kitchen.