Heat

The heat. Oh the heat.

8 am.Outside, hot as hell. Inside is the only relief. Air conditioning is a blessing. Refrigerated air is a disaster...

5pm. Absolutely no let up. The heat is a mean lover. Embracing you with warm arms, burning you if don't know when to leave...

2am. The heat lingers. the hot air in my lungs...i lean in to the heat...summer in dc...

Nothing good happens when it's this hot after midnight...

The heat of the crowd bounces off my skin. sweat drips down my back, my clothes damp, make-up a mess. Damn, this drink is not doing its job...


Rolling through dives, pushing through crowds. Can I at least get a decent drink here? He buys me two...loud music, swaying crowds, beautiful people. My weakness for such things...


Cab ride? Metro? Did we miss it? Bouncing off each other we make our way. The heat is still there...

A different kind of heat. The warmth embraces us...

Finally...release...