Death Grip

Weeks ago the cold front moved in.  It was "the moment we had all waited for."  The cooler temperatures are so welcomed in Arkansas after the long hot summer.  For several days, we were treated to a blissful, almost chilly mornings, coupled with warm mid-day temps and then a nice ending to the day.  It was a breath of fresh air, after a long sweltering summer where you could not even hardly breathe any air outside for months.

Then Monday came.  Mondays always come back around.  It is an endless cycle of an unwanted day.  The day that is associated with work, stress and anxiety.  The day that nobody really wants in life but is stuck with despite the nuances.  Yet, here we are, the beginning of something, the start of a new week.  What will this week bring?  How will the work week begin.  This day will decide how the rest will be looked upon and dealt with.

The regular stresses are there.  There can be no stopping this.  Regular, every day life, coupled with all of the mandates and regulations of a pandemic make for an interesting (in the least) work week each week.  Maybe this one will be different.  It is amazing how much a little good weather will brighten spirits and make everyone more joyful.  I am not feeling it for some reason.  It is not looking good.

I walk outside and notice immediately the days are getting shorter.  That sun that has been shining in my eyes on the way to the nine to five is a little slower about showing itself.  It is warm again.  My body can sense that the end might not have been so near as we thought for that Summer Heat once again has its death grip on life.  By mid morning, I am full sweat.  The sun beating down upon my balding head as if it wants to ask NASA if its safe to land.  Beads are rolling down my back and forehead.  I was right.  It is not looking good.

When will it ever end.  I can tell already the attitudes of everyone around me are back to where they were a week ago.  We cannot catch a break.  Rains are eluding us and the hope for one single cloud for any relief seems like only a mirage that will never be reality.  Come on Fall, we need you here.  Someone reach out to that thermostat and give us a break!  We are begging!  Help release that death grip and give us some relief!