Mowers mow and it all happens outside of unison. It is a regular appearance of an old friend that you don’t like, but it is something that you put up with as it exists and it needs to be done on the odd occasion.

The sun blares out brightness and in that brightness there is a warmth and that warmth travels and spreads and covers all as though it is a blanket that cannot be escaped. It can be tolerated and lifted a little, but it cannot be escaped. So we sit here and we perspire and we sweat a little but we also appreciate the weather outside the window for we are not directly in the grip of the weather; we are experiencing some of it. However, we also are in the grip of the weather. We cannot escape it, but merely pretend that it doesn’t exist until it no longer allows such a thing to happen.

At the end of the day, who am I to complain? Who am I to try and complain and stamp my foot at something I can only experience and try to do something about? I still have to experience it just like anyone else. I just have to try and do my best to make sure that weather doesn’t get too severe. I also get to hide in my place of residence and continually hope for the best. You do what you can and you spend a bit of time hoping and trying to provide information where possible.

It’s a long day and a dry day and there is sweat. There is enough sweat for all people and so I keep on sweating as I bang this out and I do my best to not think about what it is that I am doing as I don’t want to think too much about what it is that I am doing, if that makes sense. Well, maybe I do, but right now I don’t and so I will keep on typing. Thinking requires energy and energy is in low supply in this kind of weather. All I can do is keep on going forward and hope for the best, but of course then I need to think about that too and so the conundrum continues. It continues on and I keep on going and in my keeping on going I will get to somewhere, and maybe I will be able to resist this heat through the power of powering onward. Maybe. There is no telling really. Maybe I won’t and that is something that I need to consider.

I mean, I will keep on going but of course I like to be dramatic and so I am going to be dramatic here as that makes things more dramatic and in that dramatic drama I do the things and get this across and eventually that will be all. There will be nothing else; just drama.

Well, drama and heat, but you get the idea.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:45

I think this started off okay. I think there may have been something to what I was writing.
Then I went elsewhere for some reason.

Written at home.