Lotus Blossoms on a Summer's Day

Is it only August?  My calendar has been thrown off by industry. It is a million degrees and professional football teams are in practice.  I guess high school teams will not be far behind.  Anything can happen for money.  I quoted T.C. Boyle a few days back.  I like his works.  That is one of his themes--Nature vs. Human Nature.  Corruption.  Greed.  Badness.

I look to summer's end, but it is only beginning here.  August, September, October.  Nobody thinks of October as summer, but it truly is here.  I am feeble with considering ninety more days of heat.  Bad things could happen.

"The human mid can only take so much."  Dylan.  And in the heat, everything you've accumulated becomes clutter.  Focus.  One thing.  No more.

James Salter's book of letters to Robert Phelps has been published.  A friend of mine let me know yesterday.  I used to know such things preternaturally.  I will get it today.  His writing is like lotus blossoms on hot days.  I think.  I'm not even sure what lotus blossoms are, but it sounds just right, some lovely flower floating in a bowl of water on a rough wooden table in the shade.  I'm not much for Phelps, though.  Maybe after reading the letters I will change my mind.  I hope so.  I need something to get me through.