The transition from winter to summer seemed to have taken all of but a week. Tomorrow’s forecast was a high of ninety-eight degrees and with a week and half of April still with us, it was apparent that the dog days of summer had decided on an early arrival. I was indifferent to the heat, after all most of my time was now spent working indoors at a privately run clinic for the mentally ill. While my years involved in psychotherapy were now getting close to ten, I still never seemed to tire of the challenge it presented in trying to unlock and free those imprisoned by experiences of the past. What started out as an achedemic search for understanding my-self quickly turned into a full budding career.