An August Day on the Texas Gulf Coast
Actually, I would describe things as sultry. The wind chimes are lazy. Even the lizards are wiping their brow. Only my can of beer is sweating more than me. My dog, Blackie, saunters slowly over to his water dish and begins lapping water to the rhythm of the clock on the Wall. Tick..Tick..Lap..Lap.... Sign in to see full entry.