It’s one of those days when a thick coat of sweat appears before I’ve even stepped into my bedroom from the shower. And as I walk out the door (It’s early morning!, I’m rejoicing), the full force of the heat overwhelms me. I take a few steps backward, into the spuriously cool shelter of my apartment. With determination, I make my second exit. Grandly, into the heat.
My walk to the train is short, so I pace my thoughts accordingly, staring down at the drying grass in the park, occasionally popping my head up to ensure I’m not running into a tree. I hear a train whoosh through, clanging a bit. It’s the weekend, and I’ll have to wait a while for the next one. But not too long. More time to think.
