My tongue is in my hand…


Posted on: June 10, 2011

It’s such a heavy hot outside sometimes that I will step out of my car and feel as if I’m going to suffocate. I take deep breaths and my chest constricts and I’m not sure if it’s heat or panic. It can’t be panic.

It’s only when I can’t breathe that I mind the heat. Otherwise, I like the sticky thickness of it. It feels essential to summer here. Without it, we wouldn’t be who we are.

Maybe we’d be sane.

The truth of everything is that sane is so subjective. We all find people lacking sanity who find themselves completely sane. Who’s to say, really?



2 Responses to "Heat"

I hate the heat here….does that mean that I don’t want to be who the heat has made me?! One day I’ll convince Christopher to move me somewhere cooler.

And for the record, probably nothing can make us ‘sane’. lol

It means you must be a YANKEE. Bless your heart.

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