Summer

I want to be creative. I want to sit and write. But Summer is here. Summer with it oppressive heat. Summer with it's humidity pressing down on me like a lifetime of heavy.

Summer.

The sun is blinding and going outside is nothing but pain.

I hate Summer so much.

Maybe some day when I get to sit in an air-conditioned office all day I'll sing a different tune. But not now. Now I have to put up with will-sapping things like the heat index. Which mean that as hot as it is, the humidity is going to make it feel hotter.

I can't wait till Fall.