The air is thick, feel like I’m barely breathing as humidity wraps around me like a shawl. The sky is misty, the sun struggles but it’s rays are strong, reaching boundaries we weren’t sure it could. Walking the dog who’s barely moving we spy kids in their pools or hosing each other down. Feeling dizzy we turn around heading back towards the house. The heat has swallowed us whole then spits us out at our doorstep. It takes all that we have left in us to pass the threshold grateful for the blast of cold air from the combination of the ceiling fan and air conditioner strategically placed about the house. Heat is now a condition of the past until next we must venture out.
Heat©
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By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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