Heat wave

10:00 at night and it's still 86º out. I love summer, but when sweat starts dripping on my keyboard, I start wishing for a cool breeze.

The heat seems to sap all of my energy and creativity. I find myself staring at a blank page, wanting desperately to fill it with vivid word pictures, and yet nothing seems to come. I know it will pass, along with this heat wave, but I have to admit that it's frustrating.