Butterfly Burden
Sipping good coffee and reflecting on the fact that you have move slow through the dense air, today. Passing into full sunshine (and stilled breezes) is like being wrapped in too many hot towels — then having that smothering heat liquefied and poured into your lungs.
It is a slow, grand, and dangerously hot day. Even the butterflies seem burdened. Last time I looked, it was already well over 90 degrees. The heat index is supposed to top out at around 106 degrees.
I am sticking (for the most part) to air-conditioning, today. But I felt I owed it to myself to get out a little and feel the heat.
I’m weird like that.