Peaches, Fans

It is August. It is August and it is too hot to do anything. At yoga last night, the instructor quipped, "Let's not move too quickly, people. It's August." On NPR, there was this lovely piece by Frank Deford about how August is filling up. Recipes for agua fresca abound.

So today and tomorrow and the next day--as many days as I can grab--I'm going to remember to inhabit these drowsy, oppressive days before the cool comes. Days that require bowls of melon and books and shade. Days that slink into sleepless, hot nights. Days that require us all to move a little more slowly, a little less aggressively, remember about peaches, humming fans. Days that ask us to pray for rain.

I will find you a picture later, perhaps. After my nap. When it is not so hot.