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. …