Yesterday, I was sitting at our outside picnic table reading a book. It was a fairly hot day, but it was cool enough under the shade of a canopy. As always, when I read it takes me a long time
There Is No Breeze
There is no breeze. Plants wilt and droop. The underside of dying leaves signal distress. There is no breeze. Flies collapse and sulk as panting dogs lie in the shade. The birds are silent. There is no breeze. Worms ooze