hot july

today is listed as 103 degrees hot hot hot; the humidity of course as always is adding to it, but it doesn't seem so bad. It's like living in an oven, a warm blanket of air wrapped always around us, the glow on our skins merely a constant presence we've learned to accept.

yesterday was 101, the heat index 110, so hot that everyone let their air conditioners roar full blast in hopes of coming home to icy relief, so hot that power usage soared and a line burst and from 8 to 11 last night carrboro went dark and quiet and still. The darkness was luxurious - after the daytime of so much sun, the suffocating evening air and the hot breeze on our skins felt pleasant and easy; sitting in the house with candles lit it was simpler to ignore the dampness in the smalls of our backs, in our elbows and knees.

yesterday and today have been the hottest days so far, but the easiest to bear somehow. i've melted enough away that i'm accustomed to the melting; you can try and shove through the air like thick draperies or you can glide slooowwwwly through it like water, smoothly sedately softly. i'm gliding lately, i'm complaining still but i'm thriving.