Weather ReportThe air is syrup, and the haze is lit from the thousand lamps around, most over the truncated horizon at the edges of the valley. Over on the other side, the street lamps dance a little in it. The chorus of insects are winning in their war with the air conditioners, and the sounds of the traffic are reduced to a soft, shallow hum, somewhere deep in distance. Even now, the night is punctured with the staccato of firecrackers, lit carefully in the alley and followed by scattered whooping. The ceiling fans offer gentle comfort, but only when I am still.
I could a use a mango, spicy sweet, and some yogurt, tart, but I have neither of these. The solid walls of the foundation offer some comfort with their stubborn grip of cooler times.
The trick I have learned in walking is that walking far brings the comfort of sleep even when nothing else does. I think I shall sleep reasonably tonight.
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