Low Tide Under the Heat Dome

The eagles have come down out of the trees and are resting on the rocks just by the water’s edge, the coolest spot in this 38-degree temperature. In the shade of the bent oaks, a lone woman sits with her dog but finding the heat unrelenting has folded her chair and headed home. On the volcanic dome overlooking the strait cross-legged sits a man looking out and listening to music on his radio, I wonder how he is managing the heat that is radiating off the smooth black curve of the volcanic rock. This short distance from the sea there is no relief from the heat.