I

The temperature will itch toward 100 degrees and we will want to itch. The key will be ascesis: to breath and be calm, to be skin.

II

One day after the Summer Solstice the gods are smiling divinely. Some are in fits. The rest are philosophical: loving the steadiness of breath.

III

Joan most always wears her wig; yesterday she did not.

IV

I washed the white sheets. They wear new marks already.

V

Meditation is about finding the coolness in the heat, the softness in the breath, the softest breeze on the underside of the most breathless day.