The Heat is On.

I do my best thinking when I go for a walk in the woods to hash out a point in a story. The plan is simple, dress, slip on my favorite sneakers, wait for the sun to rise enough for me to see critters and snakes, then take off before it gets too hot. I open the door immediately realizing I am stepping through what feels like a portal to hell. Suck it up buttercup, I walk and think on the story.

The heat and humidity either cause or uncover an underlying attention span disorder of which I am unaware of ever having. I am no longer thinking of the story but distracted by a squirrel running across the trail triggering the question, how do furry animals survive in this heat? This leads to, what animal would I want to be? A turtle, of course, just slinking around doing my thing, cool off in a river, swim with the catfish. Catfish, how do people noodle for catfish and not worry about what might be inside that hole? What if they are alone and get their arm stuck in a hole? Hole, I say to myself and stop walking feeling a startling epiphany. I have gone down a heat driven rabbit hole. Time to go to the house.