Posted on Tuesday, 12th January 2010 by Interloper
So it rained.
The rain washed away some of the heat, but far from all of it. It’s as though you walk you can still hear the heat singing wherever it’s trapped: in the bricks and the cement and the soil.
But it rained and at least that’s something.
For a little while I get the reprieve that I was after. Now I sit in near-darkness and drink coffee, because that’s the sort of thing it’s nice to do when it rains.
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