The Patience Layer

It's August, truly August, hot and sticky. The heat erodes that fine, fluid layer of patience that lubricates and cushions little day-to-day interactions; the heat has created an ozone hole in our tolerance. And when the heat of temper flares through the patience holes, that temper-heat creates an even greater gap, and the nasty cycle continues until cooler days drop the bottom out from our nastiness and restore our minds.

Everyone looks tired.