That Time of Year

(on the Mayan Calendar . . .)

It’s that time of year again

when I wake up from the madness of summer and shake the cobwebs out of my mind.  I’m left scratching my head, looking around and wondering how long I was in the summer haze.  It happens every year.  I’m left wondering how much time I lost as I fought my way through the relentless heat . . .

I don’t know how or why it happens. …