humidity penetrates the air like a
winter chill that seeps through the
cracks in our mental foundations,
thick air surrounds our bodies...
unseen and unheard but felt each
time we take in the air... sitting or
standing, the movement is ever
so subtle and suffocating... we are
careful where we walk and where
we place our feet so as not to trip
over the weeds that thrive in these
conditions... moisture pours out of
our bodies as if we have just stepped
out of the shower and are reaching
for a towel... our nostrils sense a
pending rain, perhaps a storm with
thunder, rain, and hail... or perhaps
just a gentle summer sprinkling of
rain to release steam from the soil,
but there is something coming and
it is not winter, just more of the same
and we are not yet out of spring or into
summer as indicated in the Almanac.
18 June 2022
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