Heat Wave

The thermometer currently lingers at 102 degrees. Cars stall on the hot pavement. An elderly woman shuffles down the treacherously exposed sidewalk in a daze. My dryer at work refuses to dry. It is too hot to do anything.

Exert as little as possible. Lay still in the least amount of clothing state law will allow. Sit still and ponder. No, it's too warm even for pondering. Only fever induced streams of rambling can really suffice on a day like today.

The sky blankets us in a dull grey haze, though not a cloud is visible for miles. The clear blue of summer is smothered by the heat. Not even the gnats dare buzz.

Will the heat induce passionate madness? Stepping abound that street car named Desire. Or will we stew in our own lethargy, along with our sweat, our perspiration. Yet the temperature lingers...

Shall we speculate on when it should break?