so i guess it’s official: i do not write during intense heat waves.
i’ve always hated writing in the summertime. i even started this blog last august as a last-ditch effort to get myself writing more. i don’t want to seem like a whiner or anything, but it’s just too hot. and heavy. and i get lazy. and tired. it would help if even the evenings were cool, but there’s been no relief from the heat for days. the kind of weighted, constricting heat that makes me forget what canadian winters are really like. and it’s not like i exactly want to remember what our winters are capable of doing, especially in the first week of july, but this is a little intense.
in the spirit of this exhausting, thick summer heat wave:
your breeze provides
little relief to
the hairs on the back
of my neck,
the creaking swing to
my shadows, aims,
the uncut grass to another
sleepy dreamy afternoon
