Recently I was driving down the street and I had a sudden urge to go home. The urge was strong and I was immediately concerned. I sat there at a red light in peak traffic pondering the now familiar, strange feeling coming from the depths of me. What is it, I thought to myself? Don’t think, feel. I looked at the dash and the temperature gage on my car registered 105 degrees. I drove a few blocks more and the temperature rose to 110 degrees! Wow, Thank God for air conditioning. I had never been in heat that high, and my newly adopted Sacramento, CA was showing me the summer ropes with a vengeance. I traced the imagery of my mind, is it my little dog Zoe I asked myself? She had never experienced temperatures like that either, and I was hopeful that she would stay in the safety of the house. The urge grew stronger and I got frantic to get home. A long stream of cars blocked my path in all directions; 5 o’clock traffic had me in a stranglehold.