The weather has turned hot and humid. On days like this, I look at the dishes to be done, the bathrooms to be cleaned, the piles of stuff on my desk - and none of it seems anything I can tackle. The heat makes my energy level drop until a nap is really only the logical choice of activities. I can do housework in the early morning when the house is still cool, and tonight I'll probably enjoy an air conditioned movie theater with my husband, but in the afternoon of a hot summer day, the only thing that works for me is a nap.
I settle into the comfy couch, just below the open windows. Around me kids are playing cards and battling with light sabres that make strange humming noises. I can hear bird song, and the occasional tinkling of the wind chimes. I pull the pillows around me until my body fits perfectly. I doze off thinking about camp -- the cool shade of the oak trees, the icy chill of the river water, and the way the wind rushes across the rocks.