Kashmir

Helter swelter, your skin dissolves against the pavement and everything swims. Monday morning slaps you upside the head as the To Do list wraps its innumerable arms around you. Your obligations suffocate you but your bank account dwindles. Somehow the balance seems frail.

In a second, the sky turns black. Thunder smacks across the borough and a monsoon drenches the tourists on Second Avenue. Sit in the window and watch the mayhem. Feel the temperature slowly descend. Bring out a large suitcase from the top of the closet. All things go, all things go.

So often you are too wrapped up in self-loathing to remember gratitude. We are alive. It is summer. The ticket lies waiting and the Word remains at our side. Magic runs rampant. Bring out your nets. Let's catch some.