Heat

" Twirling her ( dry ) hair into thin braided strands, she
wearily muses how easier it would be to succumb to the inertia of this stifling hot mid- morning tropical summer heat and just....scream.

But could she, would she dare shatter the impermanence of this afternoon's solid silence?

For save from the faint buzzy distant roar of a green chartered plane, cruising 30 thousand feet against the cloudless azure of her pacific skies , everything is a hush. What a perfect day to frown. And to think the most deplorable thoughts too!

Hot and sticky and emptied of ideas, she decides to blog with nothing to say, nothing, at all, to say, but blogs on, she does, anyway.

She thumps with a frown - a small one - her eyes lazily swooping over scattered manila envelopes, and documents, and parcels of whatevers' that need to be sorted and tidied and filed, much like in her life.

"No art in said task," she sighs. No pretty. No charm. No glam.
But such is life. And in the heat of it all, and in the mess of it all, living is its own beauty.

So on with it she goes...

Though she does think of tweezing her eyebrows first."