Hot out there. The landscape was buckling in waves of shimmers whenever I looked at it from the shelter of shade. Didn’t feel like venturing out too far into the light today. Even my laptop seemed to have suffered from the heat, feeling a lot warmer to the touch than usual. I started out writing long sentences earlier in the day, only to watch the phrases desiccate over the hours of intensifying heat. Words gone brittle from a lack of cool attention paid to them. That’s because my mind seems a little more interested in the sensation of a cold beer might hold than in the virtues of cool prose. With summer upon us so suddenly and having come on so strongly, there is so much to catch up with. One of those things is being a sloth on this tree of heat. And already the forecast for tomorrow promises cooler temperatures.