52/144: Envoi

It was a cool night, but I didn't sleep very well. I probably went to bed too early, then woke up about four in the morning with hamster wheel brain and couldn't get back to sleep. I finally gave up about half past six after multiple losing bouts with the bedding and dragged my carcass out of the ravaged bed, which I still haven't made up. Maybe I won't. Tomorrow it's going to be getting seriously hot again, and by next weekend the sheer hellishness of the central valley summer will have fully returned. I'm going to laze today away, paying my respects for spring's demise. The corpse is soon to be cremated, leaving but sad memories of what once was. Rest in peace sweet season. Our mournful tears, I fear, will be the closest summer will get to rain.



( Sunday Verse )