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oh the heat is so great
Hot and humid and the air thick and near-tangible, I cannot breathe. My eyes move and my vision follows, a moment behind. I see shapes in the shadows. Hands tremble and bones shake. This heat is too much.
Night and the air outside is cool, but inside the heat is trapped. It can't move, can't leave, can't be anything but hotter still. Skin sticky and smelling of salt and sweat and something solely me, so thick I wear it like a second skin. Until I climb into a tub of cool water, and sit until I shake, this time with a chill. As long as I can hold out. And the grime is carefully, carefully scrubbed and soaped away. Just me now, just skin. Just one.
Night and the stars are dimmed by the startling brightness of the almost-round moon, so small and far away and so impossibly luminous. Crickets and tree frogs sing to it in the higher ranges of human hearing; I kneel in suprise in the middle of the road, hands touching pavement in a night otherwise untouched by anything unreal. Trees against the night, black on blacker. And the moon so bright.
Night and the air outside is cool, but inside the heat is trapped. It can't move, can't leave, can't be anything but hotter still. Skin sticky and smelling of salt and sweat and something solely me, so thick I wear it like a second skin. Until I climb into a tub of cool water, and sit until I shake, this time with a chill. As long as I can hold out. And the grime is carefully, carefully scrubbed and soaped away. Just me now, just skin. Just one.
Night and the stars are dimmed by the startling brightness of the almost-round moon, so small and far away and so impossibly luminous. Crickets and tree frogs sing to it in the higher ranges of human hearing; I kneel in suprise in the middle of the road, hands touching pavement in a night otherwise untouched by anything unreal. Trees against the night, black on blacker. And the moon so bright.