I feel the air on my skin
Wet, hot, thick
Like walking through a blanket
It slaps my cheeks and soaks my neck
I feel the sun on my skin
Bright, burning, hot
Penetrating my head
Simmering my brain in my skull
I feel oppressed and opposed
Grass is brittle and dry
Garden wilting and limp
Squirrels are slow and birds silent
I long for ocean breezes
Cool water lapping feet
Sweating glasses of tea on ice
My body resting on the sand
I pray for this wave to break
Foaming, crashing, spreading out
Over the continent of red
Wash us with a whisper of winter
I'm linking to Emily, but I haven't heard from her in a couple days. Maybe she is having her baby? I hope.
