Heat Wave
Heat Wave There are at least two kinds of hot: the lord-have-mercy kind and the hallelujah kind. Neither of them have a denomination: they fill everyone's air equally, no matter what your believe. The first hits your eyes like a mirage–you can see the heat undulating heavily in the air. More accurately, the heat sticks to the the air. The waves form visible static stay and stain your clothes and chairs. Wet spots that attest to the weariness, that don't sprinkle or burst but sink...sink into your skin, your brow, your brain...and the brain fog settles on everything, making you and the world around you lazy, leaving your legs like oozing glue on plastic and vinyl seats. Then, there is the hallelujah kind of hot that dances with the air current. It's the kind that calls you into it, that takes you on a balcony or into the yard. The heat puts on a natural show with the Sun, who is a crowd pleaser, and they both bask in your smile. The h...