Summer heat June 13, 2008

I am thinking of a cold glass of mint sweet tea, ice clinking, lounging here on the sofa, feet swung over the back, one hand cradling my head, the other kissing the hardwood floor. The glass is foggy, sweating with cool, clear drops, contrasting with the stickiness of my own. Heat wave. Ninety-four degrees outside and the single overworked, underefficient window unit is struggling just to keep the air inside bearable.