Humidity hangs in the air. A slow moving,
enveloping death to suck the
life from your lungs, leaving you limp.

The Summer sun heats the day until a
point when nothing moves. The dog lays
still on the ground. Birds are silent.

Sweat beads on your forehead for doing
nothing at all. The only sound, the insect
drone, loud and in your head like
a bad case of tinnitus. On and on.

Not the slightest breeze stirs the curtains
as night comes on and you try to sleep.
And tomorrow, the same.