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

[light_of_summer]

Yay for enjoying the kind of weather you like! \😊/

Thanks for sharing your perspective about humidity—I'm someone who generally prefers being too hot over being too cold, but I don't currently have strong feelings about really humid heat, perhaps because I haven't experienced too much of it?

So, it's interesting to me that you have such fondly positive associations with it. I don't think I've ever seen anyone describe humidity as a medium for intimacy, before, although I think I do recall having some very sweaty sex, one summer when I lived in California's Cental Valley! 😅 (I'm not sure if it was all that humid, actually, but it was definitely hot enough for full-body slippery-ness.)

[asakiyume]

It's a lot (for me, LOL) like sweaty sex! That intense intimacy.