Man, oh man, is it hot out there.
I’m writing this post sitting in my yellow reading chair with my trusty little pink fan blowing straight at me. A strand of hair keeps fluttering over my face. I try to ignore it – the price one pays for a manufactured cooling breeze.
A tall glass of water, cool enough for condensation rivulets to race each other down its length, sits by my side. For fear of water damage, I move away all papers, including my list of what it is I need to do.
All lights have been turned off and my solar-fueled Tinker-Bell (I believe! I believe!) whose wings flap by way of power generated from light sits quietly in anticipation of a cooler, brighter day.
And I have a project that I’m working on. Not a huge one, but a few solid pages of writing. I should have been finished with it by now, instead I sit in this darkened corner, as still as my fairy, waiting for my creative wings to gather enough energy to move.