Outside the wind blew by; in here there was nothing but the beating of the hot sun on the skin. ... When he looked at the sun, his eyes closed almost tight, he saw webs of crystalline fire crawling across the narrow space between the slitted lids, and his eyelashes made the furry beams of light stretch out, recede, stretch out.
-Paul Bowles
It's been very hot in Seattle the past four days. Snow's not falling on cedars, these days, nor is rain dripping through the firs.
I can hardly think straight.
I may well be going mad.
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