Monday, June 02, 2008
It Never Rains But It Pours
It’s hot and it’s humid, the air is syrupy and heavy like a hot summer’s day on the speculated iron core of Jupiter. I feel like I’m taking a Finish sauna in the Amazonian rain forest. I’m sweaty and smelly and feel like all my energy drains away faster than the clock ticks towards the end of my working day.
Relief is under way. Dark thunder clouds appear at the horizon and suddenly bolts of lightning bring the promise of relief. Then that relief finally comes: the thunderclouds open their bomb hatches and drop buckets of water right on cue:
It’s time for me to walk to the train station.