dog days

status check - hot
background ambiance - indoor fan

it feels like summer's last stand.

while we all prepare to welcome in september and the accompanying long-sleeves, sweaters and the like, the summer is defying our expectations and reminding us that august requires the shorts, tank tops, glasses of cold water and fans.

the sun is shining, tempting me to go outside and explore, but i'm instead waiting until the heat breaks later this afternoon before wandering life outside the apartment. i intend to return to the fairy-tale-reminiscent old red mill, but i know that doing so now would leave me uncomfortably sticky and light-headed by the time i get there.

instead, i write - both here and in the novel notebook.

and remain amazed that the most gripping events of this olympiad have been, in fact, the marathons. the crazy men ran today amid international fans, greek patriots and the one insane man who possibly ruined lima's gold-medal pace by pushing the brazillian man off the course and into the crowds. lima finished third - i think he could have won it.

last night, i sat on the back porch steps and felt the humid breeze try to cool me. the wind was restless, as if waiting for a shower to break the silence. i felt equally impatient - as i feel as if something is about to happen. i'm going to have some form of a breakthrough shortly - but i have no idea of what it is and precisely when it will happen. i can just tell that some type of change is imminent.

i'm excited about it, but equally nervous. i don't know what's about to occur, nor how i will turn out at the end. i have to hope i'm prepared for it. but i feel like i am.

now i just have to keep on keeping on until the situation actually presents itself to me.