It was 92 degrees yesterday
by late afternoon as we drove home from our visit to Iowa. There was a heaviness in the haze, all directions, a kind of steaming green heat. This morning is blue sky and cool air being pulled into the house by a couple of fans. This morning is another day, another week, another summer.
An unremarkable morning, really. There is still haze in all directions, luminous.
I am full of myself, yet this morning I have nothing to say. Sweat rolls off me already, and I have nothing to say.