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august In its final weeks, summer, if its a good one, will wear you down, suck the energy and life from all activities between ten am and four pm. The heat in August is dense, tangible and unavoidable. Everything slows in the haze and hundred degree heat, a shift down into third gear for a few weeks before fall semester marks the beginning of a new season. Like a sleepy southern town he says of campus life during the second summer session. Subdued and waiting. Saving energy for the four month sprint to Christmas. :~: Nothing moves, the cars on the beltway slowed to a crawl. Up ahead, an ocean of vehicles squirting their way down a roadway far too narrow to fit them all. Red tail lights, outlines of the cars blurred by the heat rising from their roofs and the baking tar black pavement. At least another hour before I am home tonight. |
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