Instant Headache

One hundred and nine degrees outside, followed by air conditioning inside. The relief is tangible and encourages the Couch Flop. Except once you land you discover once again that you really don't want anything touching you at all. This is the only moment you understand the attraction of a bed of nails. You willingly take cold showers five times a day. You drink water like a fish. But after all, the heat and the glare and the sweat culminate in a gorgeous headache. It's behind the right eye and playing the drum chant for your volcanic sacrifice. Checking the weather report tells you that it will be one hundred and twelve tomorrow. Perfect the Zen moment, and contemplate the coming August.