Summer

In the summer I imagine everyone is at the beach or on vacation, at any rate probably enjoying summery things. I am home inside with the shades pulled, a fan blowing at my toes while reading, washing clothes, baking bread, scribbling in my notebook, and looking forward to sundown. I am a curmudgeon about the summer sun. It's too bright. I panic. It's a spotlight overhead bearing down on me. I feel like a roast beef under a cafeteria heat lamp.