At night we come out. The day, hot and endless, has soaked us of our verve. At night, the breeze from the bay stirs the air enough to appease us. The weary people in the park are immobilized, gazing at the end of the hottest day. I was pleased that no one seemed to be doing a thing, absolutely nothing but being still. The heat had stopped us from our work and focused our meditation on just how warm a world the day had wrought.
At night, we find ourselves under cold water showers in our apartments nearly naked with a fan for a friend. We have no memory of winter.
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