heat all around. the air is so thick that you move through it slowly. the sun beats down and off of the pavement and cooks you from all angles. your face is constantly pounded with heat-waves. you can feel them pulse. the instant you walk outside you long for the shady comfort of home. nothing can prepare you for this heat.
we drove our bicycles to breakfast this morning about an hour before noon. we couldn’t believe how hot it was. our legs moved slowly, like pudding, and our faces were twisted in pain. the heat boils the blood, it melts the skin, it singes the hair.
we had lunch slowly and peacefully. even inside, under a swiveling, rusty fan, we were hot. we walked back to our bicycles. the seats were on fire.
i have never experienced heat like this. the only other time i can imagine is when i was baking cookies and bread with my mother. reaching down and opening the oven, sticking your hand in there and waiting for the heat to rush up to your face, pulling out the warm food and quickly shutting the door again. that’s the only time i’ve ever experienced this kind of heat.
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