Summer, 78

When the heat finally gave in, it wasn't the end of it. It lingered, hanging on at the corners, tugging at the gut like a three day binge.

No use to deny it anymore, they were still afraid of what might happen next. The news was no surprise, but the pain showed on the faces of all the poor little acrobats.

As the old saying goes: in love & the circus there's just no room for aging clowns.