Here I am again, another summer in this furnace of a city. Already I feel my positive energy slipping away and looking for cooler climes, listening for the whisper of waves. I should be accustomed to this by now, my twelfth year in this unforgiving place, yet I am not. What will it take for me to get through these midyear months? The thought of escape, or the practice of mindfulness, putting one foot in front of the other, or knowing that each minute passing is one I can bear? I will try to appreciate what I can, and know that I can get through, and remember those places that nourish me.