"I Yellow Heart Arizona" Tee

Red hearts belong to places with four actual seasons. Out here the sun bleached ours into a yellow heart somewhere around the third consecutive week of triple digits, and honestly? Improvement. This is the color of the sky at 6 a.m. in July, the color of a caution sign, the color of a snowbird's convertible doing 42 in the passing lane. It's love, but squinting. It's for the folks who say "but it's a dry heat" without a flicker of irony, who treat monsoon season like must-see television, who shake out their boots for a scorpion on pure muscle memory, who consider a bacon wrapped hot dog buried in beans and mayo a perfectly sensible Tuesday dinner. We don't change our clocks in Arizona. Why would we. Time is a construct and so is shade. Built soft, broken in from the very first wear, with a print that holds up through laundry day after laundry day. Breathable enough for patio season, cozy enough for the four cold nights we get in January.