A glorious late summer day
is just warming up to warm up.

It is currently jogging gently around the track.
All eyes are on it; it’s looking hot.

The birds are chattering excitedly
keen to see what heights of temperature
the day may rise to.

And the city hums. A low rumble.
The tarmac bracing itself for a scorching experience.

This is no qualifier. This is no heat.
This is the final. The heat is on;
or it soon will be.