I feel burned alive inside, crazed and loco.... fuck the sun here can penetrate concrete, skin, skull, brain; it's like a microwave.
When you walk outside at night you can still feel heat on the walls. It'll be cool and breezy and the concrete is still releasing heat.
I'm starting to feel bad for food when I cook it.
I know cold is bad, those winters I hear, where ass can fuse shut from the freezing burst of chill in the air.
But the Heat, THE HEAT...God!
Itll slow broil you...
All they'll find are your clothes and sneakers in the middle of the street, wondering if you ran off naked due to the heat, oh youre finally melted where you are.
Guh!
I'll come to loathe the sun in a month or two, but for now it's nice to have the windows open and experience a breeze that doesn't turn your bones to dust. Neil Gaiman summed up the weather in this part of the country in his journal recently. It's winter and it's cold and it's snow, and then for two weeks it's spring and it's LOVELY out, and then summer starts and the mosquitos start and the sweat, and the sweat, and the SWEAT.
But for the next few weeks, it's going to be nice to be outside. I can't even comprehend being in Florida every damn day.