The storm came and went last night leaving a wet spear over
the landscape, but no real relief from the heat.
This August is drawn out like a perpetual torture, thick
with heat and so humid I struggled to wash out last night’s sweat before I
start a new sweat this morning.
I head for the north office for a morning ritual I have not
taken part in a while where the weary faces of groggy fellow workers stumble in
after a weekend’s excesses. I miss the place and the people like I have rarely
before, feeling every bit a prisoner in the cave like mostly abandoned offices in
the south
But it is not as easy chore, even at this late date.
The heat and humidity over a troubled water I still don’t
completely understand.
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