Doldrums

All in a hot and copper sky,The bloody Sun, at noon,Right up above the mast did stand,No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.

We are in those doldrums now. It seems to creep in every summer about this time unless there is a hurricane of course.  We mentioned this to a friend yesterday who was something of a sailor and he talked about the sea being so still that the stars in the sky reflected on the surface to the point that you really didn't know up from down.

We liked that thought - the being suspended between water and sky. But now there is thunder coming so our brief fling with the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner is at an end. Back to reality.