and the pavements are burning

i sit around

it's strange for it to feel like summer so early in the year
not so much because of the temperature as for the early onset of the
generalized ambience of it

the stench of the mill pond at work

the lazy and early commute home on a friday afternoon with the unspoken agreement that
nobody's really doing any hard work past noon

the windows flung open to let in the sound of the restless streets at night

in the case of bustling newton highlands this last can only mean one thing
if it's dark out and there's a chance i might try to catch up on sleep
then keyspan must surely be laying waste to the pavement outside

i feel like i should take a day off and unroll a sleeping bag on a desk in their office
and see to it that things are
put right

but i'd rather be playing wii tennis