We are in Palm Springs on vacation.
Boy, is it hot.
I am using this return to a familiar hotel to duck out of the vacation for a bit. Instead, I have sought refuge in the dark, slightly cooler lobby. I perch in a red velvet chair, surrounded by mirrors and bits of glittering crystal, and tap out a bit of income while the family swims in the sun.
The trip, while warm, has been a success. A birthday celebrated. A summer taken mid-swing.
And I, I return to some discipline and respect for my gift of words.