*Zephyr: A gentle, mild breeze
It was a hot day. Sweat dripped down my brow, trickling a path past my eye and down my nose to fall at the edge of my lip.
Letter boxing was an easy task but on such a hot day it was torturous to keep moving along the streets.
Grab a pamphlet, find the mail box, check for signs, slot it in- repeat.
The task was monotonous and tiring, the sun beat down relentlessly with humidity building up hazy visions.
As I finish the last letter box a zephyr hits me, so cool and relaxing.
Slowly I trudge back home, letter boxing finished, hoping for another zephyr as I walk.