On the Arrival of Summer Torpor
In which The Gay Recluse languishes.
Yesterday we went for a run, even though it was 156 degrees out.
When we were young, we laughed at the heat.
Let’s just say we’re not as young as we used to be!
Today we’re not going anywhere.
Even though we’re kind of in the mood for a coffee and a donut.
But like any longing, this passes after a little while.
And instead we go to sleep.
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