Arizona summers are brutal by the end. In the beginning, Phoenicians are optimistic, happy even, because we can step outside in shorts and tank tops while the majority of the continent are busying themselves with scarves. It's a dry heat--that's what everyone says smiling until you live here long enough to know that isn't entirely true. It isn't true because after two minutes sitting in a car or after taking your seat from a moderately lengthy walk to class, you're dripping like a drooling Saint Bernard. But this time of year, the real (and swift) transition to summer is absolutely perfect. Everyone is getting a jump on their summer tan, spending time outdoors, keeping windows open, eating fresh fruit and ice cream...This time of year I remember I do like summer and am sick of winter. I went to the pool yesterday to do as every other college student without spring break plans did. I got some sun, felt the water, and finally brought some healthy UV rays to my skin. Sure, I burned a little, but nothing that didn't tan out over night. The point is, the dry white alligator winter skin is gone. The dark, smooth, moisturized skin is in and God does it feel good! I would love summer if I were a size 2, could wear shorts and tank tops every day and never had to put a blow dryer or curling iron to my head. No make-up either, except maybe a touch of mascara. And bright nail polish on my toes and fingers, hot pink and orange. Shiny lip gloss and tan lines. That's the way I like my summer. I'm working on it, too. Bought a new suit and working on my tan again. Got some clear lip stuff here somewhere. I just hope the friendly and inviting summer temperatures stay longer than a week. Carrie