Charging Around

A giggle and screech filled pond on the crushed gravel path a sheen of sweat forming on my medditeranian nut browned skin; waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker. The gnat maintained a steady oribit about the circumferance of my head, wether held there by some unknown power or the monumental magnetic magnitude of my brain; none will ever know. Arms swinging at a frantic pace it seems impossible to believe my pinwheeling form was unable to dislodge this bugger, keeping a geosynchronous orbit around my noggin. Yet, the likelihood of a tag team of insectoid astronauts seemed slim. As the silken breeze went weaving amongst the pines and rustling withing the pond weeds armies of these pin pricks of horror swarm attending summer clad fishermen, beet red two year olds and there hippopotomus shaped mothers in the drink. The doldrums of August have begun in earnest, as the black flies decend, probing their universe, persistant and provoking as the humans they oribit.