My sister asked me today, "Are you doing your desert training then?". Its a bit of a private joke between us.

People will moan they are hot, its too hot, they are red faced, wafting paper to get some cool air.

In 30c heat I will wear a suit, with the jacket (done up) (and sometimes a heavy coat). People will often look on with semi amazement.

I am not be particularly bothered by the heat despite sweating. The same is true for the cold albeit out in a shirt in very low temperatures instead of wrapping up or not putting on a radiator in my office.

It's an old trait where I can disengage my mind from physical distractions although I also know my limits. You will see me take my jacket off from time to time.

This reminded me I like the rain and that sweat from the brow in high temperatures is your own personal rain. Rain has also been a metaphor for my creativity in my work and then I thought of sausages....

The Rain

Sausages laid in disorganized ranks
they sizzle, turn milky white to shellfish red.

Threads heavy, black as funeral blue he walks,
beaded by cool trickles from the unfettered brow.