Overworked fans give out warm air this uncomfortable early evening.
Just a few sparkles in the sky, no moon...just a humid silence that hovers. outside, silhouettes are quickly gobbled up by a great dark.
There's a slight wind whirring....while pink lightning slashes the sky.
Finally, slow, persistent showers tap on the roof, September rains cool this super hot night.
On the table, i see peanuts, an empty wine glass, and a chilled bottle of Rose...the aroma of steamed pompano, stuffed with onions, tomatoes, ginger and pepper.....invade every corner of the house.