wednesday

It was very hot for this time of year. After lunch I went down to the lake, in the valley south of town. But the lake was too cold for a swim and the sun too hot for a nap, so I walked back to the hotel.

I asked the man at the desk for some beer, and took it out back to sit in the shade by the pool. A grey cat pushed against my leg as I filled my glass. I scratched my beard and read some of the paperback I had with me.

At length the beer was warm and the light too soft to read. I put my book down and looked out to the west. The brown hills shone orange under the falling red sun.