Exaggerating, I know. It’s not even that hot in SLC right now but it feels like too much. I can’t wait for fall.
Happy Father’s Day!
Blood boils in the heat, this is all I can think of as I wash my body.
Wash the dirt, the grime, the sweat, away. It is all for nothing. Slick
and slimy, covered in sunscreen again, going out into the sun, into the
heat again. Tortured by it, twisted up in agony, seeking shade. Seeking
a cool place to breathe, to actually breathe. Let the sun go down,
please, let the sun go down.
If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!