Exile to hell

Stepping out of the door, the flood of hot air rushes to my face. Cursing under my lips of why I didn’t find an excuse to stay in the compact environment, I step out to the open air. There is no way, but to greet HELL! Forty degrees Celsius in late March is way above normal (at least on the northern hemisphere!) Thinking of my unwanted exile to hell, I let the hot breeze of desert pass my body and touch my soul to the deepest vein. I should think of something to avoid an early depression. Damn! This is supposed to be a spring, not my worst nightmare …!