hot, is October

Hot, is October

It is early, but the petrol station is open
and since it is already hot, I buy two big bottles of cold water.
The heat, this morning is ominous holds no promise
of summer and fun, more like the door of hell has been left open, I hear the screams of those who are burning forever (one would think the body would be impervious to pain when burning forever)
I don´t want to go in yet sit on a cold stone bench drink water and dream of swimming naked in the lake of love.
Of course, the lake has gone as has its tributary, the river running from the hazy mountain.
Suddenly it hits me over the head, the voice which says,
you are 85,  how the hell did you manage this?
I don't, nothing, I did.
The news is not helpful either, saying the heatwave and only the English go out in the midday sun (Noel Coward)
I drink some cold water pretend it is from a spring concealed in my imagination, of an oasis and palm trees I think would it not be good if I invented a pill that made me younger and younger till I disappeared unborn.