Relative Something

I’m back in town, having left Cyndie up at the lake with her mother. The hot, humid weather continues its oppressive squeeze on us here, so staying near that great big natural cooler of a lake is where she will be. I’ll succumb to the air-conditioned atmosphere of the day job. Yesterday, when I went out to take a picture of the thick air over the lake, I noticed that every cool surface outside was damp with condensation. It made tracks.