A cooler wind blew in this morning, or maybe late last night. The sky a milder, gentler mistress, not so quick to kill. And yet a loathing, sinking feeling settles in. Maybe it can be attributed to something I ate, or stress, or the like, but sometimes I just get the feeling that I am standing at the edge of a precipice with no where to go but down. But at least the heat broke. The afore mentioned white-hot rivers of mercury have settled back to their benign winter forms. This too shall pass.