Oh boy, the heat.
I’ve retreated to the basement–the coolest spot of the whole house–for my meditation session.
Still, my mind is melting faster than the popsicle I left in the upstairs freezer.
The forecast has another heat dome coming. Fabulous. Nature’s way of slow roasting us like Costco chickens.
And the air conditioner hums nonstop–a hypnotic lullaby for a sleepy afternoon.
Must…stay…awake. My eyelids feel heavier than the weighted blankets.
Wait–where is my breath?
The End. . .
Running with Buddha 