Rhapsody to humid heat

[asakiyume]

Waking up this morning was like waking up in the Amazon, and I AM HERE FOR THIS. Out my back window, a northeastern jungle, so many shades of green, dappled sun, morning mist. An aural bouquet of birdsong and small critter sounds. Right now there's a scent of wood smoke.

I love the way the medium of humid air makes you intimate with every other thing. The way everything is right on your skin and in your lungs. The glass of water sweats, you sweat. Time dissolves, sound travels nonlinearly, odors are more vivid. I love the lassitude, the exhaustion.

Comments

[sovay]

I'm grateful for your understanding, and indeed, I really would *never* do anything like that.

I seriously didn't worry about it.

And I do, genuinely, love it. I am totally blissed out right now.

Good! Do you have a suitable river nearby?

[asakiyume]

Well there's the mighty Connecticut--but that's a drive. There are small creeks and basins, though, which I check on daily.