The heat has arrived. It’s not just the temperature; it’s the way the humidity clings to you like a damp shroud. I read that some towns are scaling down their fiestas to save energy. The Metro feels like it’s being slowly cooked under a lid of smog.
When you’re depressed, the heat feels like an endorsement of your lethargy. Why move when the air itself is trying to pin you down? My room feels like an oven, and the whir of my ceiling fan is just moving hot air in circles. It’s exhausting to just be awake.
I spent the morning staring at a blank screen, convinced that I had finally run out of things to say. The "well" felt dry, much like the dams we keep hearing about on the news.
But then, late in the afternoon, a sudden, short burst of rain hit the roof. It wasn't enough to cool the city, but it was enough to make the dust smell like earth. It was a reminder that nothing stays dry forever.
If you feel like you’re evaporating today—like your energy and your hope are just disappearing into the heat—just wait. The rain always finds a way back eventually. Drink some water. Breathe the humid air. We’re going to make it to the rainy season together.
0 comments:
Post a Comment