The end of summer nears. Children squeal in the late afternoon, but the day ends sooner and so does their laughter. The sun sets and people retire, preparing for the next day; they don’t linger as long in the yard.

The temperature feels oppressive, the sun beating on my pale skin, making me feel flushed and dizzy. My body yearns for the breeze and I find myself lifting a handful of curls to cool my neck.

My mind feels full lately, so much to think about; so much to worry about. I try not to be consumed, by my demons, by the worries, by the heat.