Sunday, November 20

 

South Of Normal


A very occasional fluffy cloud shuffles impatiently across what is 

otherwise a clear sky of cloudless infinity.


Butterflies flutterby, lizards skitter, the ground a hot plate of bugs, 

detritus and dialled in heat. No breeze to cool, no sirocco. No respite.


Sunglasses not a thing of fashion, but of necesity.


To sit and sunbathe is somewhere south of normal.

sin palabras