Heat in the Heat 

By Dori Owen

I never really minded the heat growing up in Arizona. It was just how it was. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer.

It was a hot summer day when I met him. At first I was curious and then the thunderbolt hit me. It hit him too, at the exact same moment.

Heat in the heat.

He was younger than I was and beautiful as a Greek god. I was 26, he was 20. You might be wondering what there is to do in the heat of an Arizona summer, and I can tell you there is plenty.

One night we rented roller skates and skated from downtown Tempe, where I’m from, to my parents’ home south in the suburbs. A test of sorts. They loved him immediately.

And I was beginning to.

That summer I was living in a farmhouse south of Phoenix in the middle of an orange grove. It was rustic and romantic and isolated. He and I would climb up on the roof at night and look at the stars.

It was far enough away from city lights that we had a stellar view. When it was time for him to go home, I cried. That’s when I really knew; it was up on the roof when we first said, “I love you.”

Heat in the heat.

Soon afterwards he had a work opportunity in Southern California and we decided to formally start a life together at the beach. Before we left, we told our parents of our intention to marry.

Our wedding was held in the back yard of our new California apartment the following summer. All of the people in our lives who mattered were there for us. We both cried during our wedding vows.

We were married. A new life, together. The heat climbed to a new intensity, a different level.

Heat in the heat.

But eventually married life simmered down as we both pursued careers and I went back to school. We willingly commuted long distances for perfect jobs but then, like the proverbial ships—we passed each other in the night. The newlywed apartment was abandoned for a house closer to the beach.

We got a dog. And then a cat. Our house… is a very, very, very nice house, he sang; but we were rarely home. Between jobs, school, new friends and old, soon sleeping was our only reliable time together.

I’d love to tell you that the heat went on and on.

But it did not. The love remained, for certain; but those days of just staring at each other for hours on end were long gone.  And maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I cannot tell you for sure. But what I can tell you with certainty is this:  there were many times, in faraway thoughts, when I did think about and miss the…

Heat in the heat.


7 thoughts on “Heat in the Heat 

  1. The early days filled with excitement and passion are so nice, but growing old together has its charms as well. This is a very good article, and I love the implications.


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