August has arrived, and with it comes the full heat of Summer. In the desert, one does not go outside in the full heat of day unless driven by necessity. People strip down to their bare fundaments and lie prostrate before fans turned up to their highest settings. This time of year, children learn never to enter a bedroom without knocking first, unless they like rude surprises.
Animals find their shady spots, and sit motionless for hours, dogs and cats curled up, horses with a hind leg lazily cocked up, or perhaps, having given up the struggle entirely, lacking even the strength to eat, they lie on the ground, simply waiting for the cool of the evening, so that they can move again.
The earth has turned up the heat and humidity to the extreme, and we who dwell under the sun must endure with patience, awaiting the return of a more temperate season.
We in the desert, children of rocks and sand, go into heat hibernation, dreaming of faraway tropical paradise islands, where the temperature is balmy, the trade winds gentle, water is everywhere, and the boys always smile.