Relentless

[rejectomorph]

All night, the clouds held in the heat, allowing a few stars to shine through here and there, and drifting across the moon. The house has barely cooled. The sultry air is abuzz with insects. My right ear burns and itches from the bite of a mosquito. The clouds are thinning a bit, now, exposing the land for the sun which will rise in a while to bring another enervating day. The air is perfectly still. There will be no morning breeze, I think.