It’s 4 am. No sleep is occurring tonight. The world wants to rain, to just let go, but for whatever reason it won’t, so the neighbourhood is up. I can hear voices in back gardens, all wondering why the hell they’re up in the middle of the night, all smiling and cursing a storm that won’t seem to arrive. The kid can’t get comfy, he’s been up since 2.30. He’s got winter in his veins, like his mum, we can’t handle the heat – we don’t understand it on a molecular level.
My next paper is due in 11 days, might as well start that. Joy of doing MBA with kid, the time that used to be spent up all night doing feeds, or dealing with a sick baby, or in hospital, now goes to books. And that’s…good? I suppose?
The storm is about 10 miles away, going by the old count-the-seconds-between-the-light-and-the-noise trick. The air is getting cooler. We may get relief before dawn.
I keep thinking about what happens…next. After school. The kid will almost be old enough to start reception. I’ll be looking for a job.
Finally, here comes the rain! Soft, but thunder in the background…I hope the storm doesn’t move too quickly, we need the relief from the heat before we need another light show.
In all the hubub with mid-terms, here’s last weeks’ crop of #microstories.
Odd Vertex Dreams
Follow your passion
Muse of Fire
…The hand that rocks the cradle
He said, she said
Waiting for the fall