The heat hits you like a brick wall.  Its unexpected but it feels good…comforting.  A little perspiration begins to form as the mind overheats, beads of sweat above the lips, along the hairline.

“Where is the ventilation?”

Heat rises.  Your mind finds the sweet spot in your imagination  like a hammock tied to a tree  that sways from a barely-there breeze.  A breeze so subtle that if you were to move slightly you might not feel it, except when you do, nothing has ever felt soooo good.

Music mood:  CCR “Born on the Bayou”

Neurally yours,

the heat wave xo