It all begins at the head. Most things do. It is the source of everything. The thoughts, the images, the fantasies, the emotions. And when something like that sticks to it, especially on a sizzling summer day, everything simply heats up even faster.
It forms on the sidebars of your forehead. It appears without you even knowing it. You never even realise it is there until it starts to move so slowly you can barely feel it. It trickles down your cheek, caressing your neck like a silken scarf. It tickles your shoulders as it continues to seduce its way below, licking every inch of your burning body. It rages on its downward path, tracing fire as your body burns, ready to explode. By the time it embraces your legs it is has almost disappeared, evaporated in the mist of your vigor.
And you are left steaming under the scorching temperatures, wondering how a single drop of water can have such a powerful effect on your entire being. The greatest things, perhaps do indeed come in the smallest packages…