Summer heat bakes the world white.
Even the bay tree and thyme are curled and pale.
The dogs lie like rugs in the cool lounge room.
The computer room is hot, computers hum,
the sun presses in through the curtains.
I am speechless inside my cool coccoon.
Tonight I drive into the city to meet the unix folk for calzone.
Wishing I could hop from here to there
without the trip into the setting sun.
It is tempting to stay in the cool with a book.
But today is the second last day before they escape
to Tasmania for linux.conf.au for two weeks.
/me tosses a coin.