A pride of yellow jackets, honeycombs of dry grass nests, forming the pate of a domed monolith. Lightning hums in the cloudless summer sky, the hearth of coming times, the tuning pins that tighten day by simmering day. Mazes of uncut stony walls, dusted with gnats, lichen, and smells from unseen sources. Beards of lifeless plants perspire from every post and sign and beam. Linked arms in the clouds of dust, kicked it up to clothe the air in motion, kicked it up to shade us from the heat, the coming days, and years, to sprinkle us in the shady “today”.