It's been so hot, but it's finally started to break and the fan in my window is bringing in a stream of cool air, like river water on a hot day.
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I laid on the cool wooden floor, breathing quietly, focused on the rough, bumpy yarn of the blanket, forest green and white and chartreuse and black, and two specks of glitter, glinting in the slow-moving dapples of sun spilling warm onto my back.
It was too hot today; my only venture out was one bare foot on the hot porch boards, but the back room made a cool, dim, quiet nest, and we stayed there until it got dark.
We were standing in a crowded street, full of food and music and dancing and connection, and then we saw the full moon, fat and round and yellow in the glowing twilight. I took a deep breath and got ready to tell her a bunch of moon facts, but before I could start she told me a bunch of moon facts and my chest filled up with joy and I nodded and listened and we looked at the moon.
It's been so hot, and when I come out of my airconditioned work tower I can feel the coolness of my breath as the heat presses against my mouth.
The wind shushes through the trees, rushing through their leaves like a river and tossing them around in the sky.
I walked up the concrete hill and under the bridge with the warm golden sunset on my back, my shadow stretching out tall in front of me, and watched a pink dress draped over the razor wire flutter in the breeze.
We sat naked on a blanket in the sand, in the hot dappled shade, and watched the river. We swam in the cold water and ate snacks and talked and talked and talked until it was time to go, and then we crunched slowly down the dusty gravel road in the shimmering heat, back to the car and the city.
I watched the video of us getting ready, waiting for the music to start and talking excitedly about how cool the last video was and practicing throwing our arms as hard as we can (one two three FOUR five SIX seven eight) and debating which count a move happened on (it's the three, one two THREE... no, the five, like one two three four FIVE... y'all it's the four actually, watch) and laughing and floating in a bubble of a million shared experiences of vulnerability and physicality and exploration and fear and joy. I felt like my heart was going to burst with love for us, and for everything we'd made together. And then the last dancer ran to her place in the back row (five six seven eight) and we danced.
I was looking at berries in the grocery store, telling myself that they would be hard on my stomach and it was probably best not to buy any. I made it past the blackberries and the blueberries and the huckleberries and the currants (red and white) and the red raspberries, but then there were golden raspberries, really more blush than golden, full and fat and glowing and almost translucent, so I bought them after all and it was so, so worth it.
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AuthorBitter Water
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June 2019
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