Heat

Perspiration began to bead on my forehead, right above my eye brows. Without moving I could feel the warm sweat trickle down my left temple, slide past my eye and dip into the corner crevice of my mouth. The summer was hot and sticky, one of the last days of that kind before the fall chill would set. From the porch of our too small flat, I listen to the crickets buzz outside my patio. Their chirping was the only noise possible under this stale summer heat.