The intense berating of the rays of the sun on my skin signaled the arrival of the summer, a season I love to hate. I hate it with a passion because the burning rays along with the sticky humid sweat isn’t the best feeling when you want to look and smell your best at a client meeting after un-air conditioned commute. But I love the summer because, along with the rising temperatures, it brings the pile up sunshine yellow fruit of joy on the roadside fruit stands.
Unfortunately, the rise of the desert heat does not signal mango season.





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