I’m sitting here, still as I can be. It doesn’t help much. This summer has gained weight, pressing at me from every direction. It’s almost hard to breathe. Sometimes the rain falls slightly, giving us a glimpse of what could be instead. But no, those threateningly dark clouds serve to tease us in this heat and I’d shake a fist at it if only I had more energy. Gods… what’s it waiting for? It’s so hot…