Heat and Madness

My feet are hanging off the bed again. The covers and sheets are askew, completely useless on a scorching night like tonight. It's long past midnight and it's still close to 90. I would trade this pillow and this box spring for a pool of water right now, anything cool and calm will do.

In between the tossing and turning, I lose all hope of rest. There's absolutely no chance of that tonight. The way sheets cling to any piece of exposed skin like a sort of weak glue hinders all form of comfort.

This heat wave has been relentless for the better part of two weeks now, and it shows no signs of letting up. I crawl out of bed to fetch a glass of water, juice, wine.... Anything that will cool me down! I beg for relief!

As I lumber about my room looking for something to cover myself with, I quit looking outright. I could careless at this point if anyone saw me in the bare, they would understand.

After retrieving a tall glass of water I find my way to the couch. In between surfing channels on late night TV, I nod off, truly exhausted. Thinking back now, I can't be sure if I was dreaming or if I was purely hallucinating from my heat delirium. Chasing a girl down a long hallway, she quickly turns to make sure I m keeping up with her.

I can hear Ambient sounds and music playing. The light is low in this forever hallway. Flashes of her face. She comes to a door and goes over the threshold. By the time I'm there, the door has closed and I m nervous about opening it. I reach for the knob only for the door to open before me.

Standing there she says, stay with me tonight. As she takes my hand, I turn to look back down the hall. I see nothing but the walls and I hear nothing but music I can't make out entirely. The light is weak, I can't see the end of the hall, it fades to black just a few feet beyond the threshold.

As the door closes and I hear is click, I wake up. Still couch bound. Still surrounded by heat. Confusion sets in as I reserve myself to analyzing my dream. What did it mean? What do they ever mean?

As I switch the TV off, the weather man is heard. "Another hot one out there for today, stay cool."

I m at my wits end weather man, I could use a break. So for my five day forecast, I respectfully request you make that dream happen. I don't ask much of you weather man, and you've always done well.

Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe we're all crazy. One thing is certain, it's only getting hotter, and it's only driving me closer to madness.

Goodbye August!

Goodbye August! Goodbye Summer sun!

Goodbye to the long nights full of stories and music played out underneath a full moon. Goodbye to another Indian Summer that creeps a little longer into the fall. Goodbye to the thoughtful bike rides across sweltering hill town back roads. Goodbye to the blazing sun sets that seemed to crash on the horizon for forever.

Goodbye August Goodbye!

I will miss you August. I will miss our long talks about nothing in particular spoken to no one reasonable. I will miss the times where we should have gone to bed early but stayed out a little too late for our own good. I will miss our mornings where we watched the sun rise over the eastern mountains. Cause you and I both know you haven't really seen the world till you've seen it when the sun first casts its shadows on the Earth.

Goodbye August, My dear friend August! I will see you again in a year, far too long for my liking but that is just the way of things. For now let us share a toast to us and the memories we made this time around. Before you know it we will be together again under a cloudless blue sky, were I will tell you all my new stories and you can just listen. Play your music of soft breezes carrying the songs of the crickets to me. In do time my friend, we will be together again.