When they open the fire hydrant in the summertime with a wrench and nothing more, a torrent of water spews forth. It floods the asphalt turning it the color of a swimming pool at midnight. Once the hydrant has been opened there’s no way to close it up until the fire truck appears. This usually happens 20-30 minutes after. All you can do until then is run screaming in your shorts and tank top, barefooted through the spray. Writing can be like that. Beware of opening the stream. Once it starts flowing the ink will streak across the page like a child in rapture, soaked to the bone on a sweltering summer day.
