The humidity clings to me
Like a cat saved from drowning

Air is holding her breath
Wind has hidden away
Only daring to gently tousle
The uppermost leaves of the tallest trees

Stillness, as midsummer approaches
The elements play peek-a-boo

The shortest night of the year
Dives through the whole length of golden light
She swims through the silence
Even the birds are quiet

Vertical blinds draw crooked stripes of light across the duvet
Glaring funnels of boogieing dust-specs bombard the room

The wind picks up now
Wood clangs against glass

The little cat purrs
Peaceful now