Troubled water

 

August 6, 2012

 

The storm came and went last night leaving a wet spear over the landscape, but no real relief from the heat.

This August is drawn out like a perpetual torture, thick with heat and so humid I struggled to wash out last night’s sweat before I start a new sweat this morning.

I head for the Hoboken office for a morning ritual I have not taken part in a while where the weary faces of groggy fellow workers stumble in after a weekend’s excesses. I miss the place and the people like I have rarely before, feeling every bit a prisoner in the cave like mostly abandoned offices in Bayonne.

But it is not as easy chore, even at this late date.

The heat and humidity over a troubled water I still don’t completely understand.