resorts of the mind

Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’ an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised. Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive. We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot. It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon. Nothing’s going to stop the summer swelter except thunder storms - which are on their way - we’ve been advised. A seasonable tempest is being piped-up from the sea. Like we needed it. We can see the far horizon’s shadowed billows and curtains of rain - we feel the changing wind. But we have every reason to be cheery, forewarned as we are, here at the pool, in the still needed shade, armed with margaritas. The weather may change, the season alter, but we will, unaltered, remain. We seem to have captured a moment of buz. People are swinging-by, dropping-in, bringing drinks and party snacks then lurking by the pool. Fridays are 'sui generis'—magical—because they play tricks with time. Dreary weekday landscapes seem to transform, as the old week wanes and ‘the pert and nimble spirit of mirth awakens.’ (A purposeful Shakespeare misquote). . . Songs for this: Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt Heatwave by Bronski Beat Heat wave - Bing Crosby . . I have a (FaceTime) Med School interview with John’s Hopkins on Monday!! I'm duper nervous.