Nighttime and the air is dead.
And in a whirlpool of smothering humidity I sit breathless, garroted by stifling swelter that is the weather.
Respite some, by a fan..an unassuming warrior of mechanics ordinary, spinning in frenzy, churning wind out of nothing, alas, what it whips up is breeze saturated with moisture, so much so that my dehumidifier works overtime, resulting in full tank every day.
Oddly however, the temperature indoors is not more than 27° and does that even warrant an air conditioner? No, I think not..the fan should be enough, but is it?
If only I could sleep hovering in mid air, for I don't want my skin to come in contact with sheets.
Complaints, so many of them too.
But this weather, oh this weather.
Entering a closed room feels like I'm inside of a hamam, showering in room temperature water steams up the bathroom, and sadly there's no setting for iceberg sauna, or I'd have immersed myself till I were but a popsicle, and thawed within seconds.
Beads of water or is it sweat? I sometimes wonder after a bath..
My eyes, they wish to close now..
Kisses.
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