Heat

Posted on July 26, 2002 in Weather

The breezes that moved the trees and cooled nothing on Wednesday have paused. Tonight the wind rests. The heated air sulks in the alleys. The atmosphere is a sedentary flame.

Sometimes when it is especially torrid and I need to humor myself, I call Lynn on the phone. “It’s so hot here,” I tell her, “the cats have taken off their catskins. You never see them that way because they’d be embarassed.”

It is warmer inside than out. The air will not come inside. My ears burn.

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