Visiting the Sun

It was so hot today. So I got in my rocket ship and road up to the Sun.

The Sun, as always, kindly greeted me. It gave me glass of lemonade with ice. I don’t how the Sun puts the ice cubes in the glass without melting them, but that’s the Sun.

The Sun said, “So why are you honoring me with your visit today?”

I said, “Well, Sun, it’s just been so hot lately and I’m wondering if you can turn it down about seven degrees?”

The Sun said, “Hmmm, yes, I wish I could, but I can’t. Have you thought of getting air conditioning?”

I said, “Yes, I considered a.c., but I thought it would hurt your feelings.”

The Sun said, “No, not at all. Being the Sun is a creative act for me. I do what I do as a feeling. There’s never an intent. So if you felt what I did on a particular day wasn’t your cup of tea, I wouldn’t take it personally.”

I said, “Okay, then. AC it is.”