Languorous Summer Day

The dripping fog has been thick. It even affected 4th of July, but to the neighbors’ credit, they didn’t skimp on rockets in the next town up the road. They burst in impressive display, an expression of freedom we no longer have nearby. Symbols mean so much.

My friend said he hadn’t had sex in two days, and this weather is so perfect for it. Work can wait. It can wait for sex, this story, listening to a 4-hour track by Morton Feldman.

This story can can even sit unpublished for days and become a memory, ah summer.