Hot, torturous month of July.
Relentless sun, overbearing humidity.
The glory of summer – even this dark one – shines through.
Respite in a pool, or conditioned air.
My God, I will miss it.
Though the summer of ’16 has turned into a sad series of unfortunate events, it’s still summer, and it’s not over yet. Swim onward, sun-worshippers, swim on like our lives depend on it.
Pull yourselves through the water and kick your way to somewhere better, where the sun won’t go away in a few months, where there is an eternal summer, where the breeze is forever warm.
I’m trying to jumpstart my own psyche.
