August like a Fever from Earlier in an Imagined Summer

Work passes by quickly this morning, and without incident. The grey of the skies -lukewarm heat, slow roast of the internal organs- continues into the afternoon. After half an hour at home, I join Andy at Churchill Square. Usual pace round charity shops and Residents, a coffee at the Pavilion gardens. As we sit having coffee, we note the increasing sharpness of the distance. Summer, as it is beginning to fade - a little - throwing off the shackles of haze and too-heavy air. We decide to walk back along the beach, and as we do so, the heat grows incredibly, pounding down at us so it starts to resemble a dream of June or a heatwave July rather than an incipient autumn. As it should do of course. Autumns are always best appreciated following a fever-heavy ridiculously hot August. Back in the bedsit now, a full cup of tea to drink, and a 99pence album to listen too by a band called Sterling, which I found in the Residents sale.