Things going on last night...
Kids running around behind my apartment, screaming with delight, buckets of water being hurled at each other. Super-squirt guns fire back in retaliation. Parents sit on lawn chairs and picnic tables, watching with relief as months of winter isolation and frustration is released.
The blinds in my apartment are shut, windows are open, hoping to catch the slightest breeze. A fan moves back and forth, trying to circulate the air, and occasionally succeeding.
In the middle of the night, I'm sprawled on my bed. The fan, relocated to the bedroom, isn't doing much of anything. The single sheet I have around me is twisted and damp with the sweat of someone planning to put in an air-conditioner. My sleep is restless; full of odd, torturous dreams...of which I can only recall feelings and impressions...I think...
Yes, it's summer. In all it's forceful glory.
