Imaginary Breezes

Quiet. Dark. Like a steam-wet towel, the heat is wrapped around thick. Heavy.

Not even an hour left on the first day of June and I am listening to the whispery sounds of the highway, imagining breezes. And sweating. May slipped away subtle. The new month drifted in on raindrops. Spring running down faster. Time is piling up at the doorway to Summer. Not far now.

Just thinking here. Feeling imaginary.

Hello, June...