Wait a second, on May 2nd.

The day is perfect to write, saying that the weather is hot. There's no place to hide of the heat. 
All the bodies are burning, the adults don't know how to refresh. However, in the other side the kids are playing their new toys, enjoying like if they were living in another world.
Oh! Maybe, I should take a piece of paper to do an airplane. An inner voice is yelling "Let's go to play it". 
Playing? It will be possible that at over 40 years old, I start playing. I am losing my mind, but, what if it is the secret for combating this weather.
Bye, bye to my boring duties, welcome to my little boy... we won't stop until the Moon comes.