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...