The humidity has returned today. Everything feels moist, and heavy, and still. I have fallen into line. Even the minutes seem to take a longer time counting to sixty. Dragging their heels, stopping to rest, breathing heavily. When the minutes drag, the afternoons stretch, and I can only think that tomorrow has broken its promise to arrive on time. I'm afraid tomorrow will leave me here, stuck in humid afternoon air. Hazy without even a glimpse of the horizon.
I'm ready for an end to these summer afternoons. I'm ready for tomorrow.
