Thank goodness it is cooling off just a bit but, still I will take the time to sit inside, allow the hot asphalt roll by, and instead watch the faucet drip.
Some papaya to soothe my sore throat.
Some crisp fresh pears to to float my imaginary boat.
And then blend them together when I get bored, and spoon out each sip.
A book would be good. I might even make it through the entire pile.
I'll make a feline stretch and attempt to reach for a fork,
and file on in mounds of some dark-molasses-ginger-bread.
I'll search around for another spot...
..just to posture my Self for another view.