Press In
It’s sweltering.
Everything is pressed in close and heavy, even the air. The sky is milky and low. A gusty wind is blowing, but it misses the skin (and any chance of cooling) bending and twisting the trees, instead.
My head hurts.
I think I’m going to go grab a shower, cool down. Maybe do some laundry tonight. Some writing. Perhaps later I’ll watch another DVD, or read. I haven’t been back to The Haunting for a while… Hours like these can really stretch on. Really press in. I could use a good weekend, something bright and open.
Hah, looking out the window I see that the day has brightened. I can hear birds. Funny, how changeable things are.
And there’s a cooling breeze across my face…