A Cool Spot

I envy wild things in cool spots, nestled in, awaiting the hot day's surrender to evening: Lucy, the cat, who huddles under my bed; the lightning bugs tucked in at the base of grass stalks or leaf mold or the one male lying in shade atop mint, curling into himself; a lucky skink slunk under a rock.
There is one eternal truism about heat: enervation. It makes lazybones of us all.