Just breathing, yesterday,
was enough to bring soaking sweat. It was another day of great heat. Standing is the shade was better than not standing in the shade; better still was finding an air-conditioned room somewhere, grabbing a sturdy purchase and not letting go, no matter how they tried to pulled you away. It is 85 degrees this morning in the house even after running fans all night pulling in the night air. The night is better than the frightful daytime, yet it is not enough to cool a fellow entirely.
This has been a killing heat. People have died of it. Once again we have the opportunity to learn that we are not in charge of the universe. Shall we learn the lesson this time? The odds are better that the county fellows will finish work on Highway E today - and you know what kind of odds those are....
The sun has already taken command of the morning. It's a mean, master drill sergeant and we're never going to make it through boot camp.
I've put the air-conditioning on in my car - sweat is just rolling off me.
A field of green beans, full and thick. Then in the field where the hawk's tree stood, the irrigation rig waters corn. Silage trucks hauling husks from the canning factory have left a white, acrid carpet on the asphalt. Now I've seen three of the trucks heading south, empty.
Haze in the distance, not nearly so thick as yesterday's.
The donkeys just south of Five Corners, if they haven't requested a transfer to some cooler climate, should.
Swallows on the power-line - facing away from the sun again this morning, the whole long row of them.
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