.:Wax

Originally hand-woven muslin, but now mere cellulose. I'm switching to loose-leaf.

Another heat-wave is approaching, currently surging across the desert due to reach around Saturday. The heat provides a good opportunity to melt and re-mould the remnants of the Christmas candles.

A forty degree peak will probably force more of the natives into the night, to assemble in dense familial clusters on the scorched benches strung along coastal promenades. Tomes of gossip, memories, rumours, tall tales, and dreams will be expounded into the small hours while gaggles of children play games that burst into existence and die by morning. It's always surprising how this repeats itself every night with the same volume of exchange.

The wallpaper in the old, grand houses is likely to start peeling and falling to the moths. It's just a bit ridiculous really, but keeps the mills busy and a smile on the face of many a tree-top home-owner in Papua Irian Jaya.