Thursday, January 22, 2009
here comes the sun
and it's beating bright. I feel wilted...like the roses whose petals fell days ago. It's unending and fierce, this heat. The fan whirls all day, it's constant rhythm lulling us as we sleep all through the night. Melon seeds attract the ants, iced water is our drink of choice. We'd like to spend all day in the ocean, the cool water calming us. But our sun, it's just so hot, for anyone, especially precious baby skin. We talk, to strangers, about this heat. "When is it going to end?" we ask.
All we want is a storm that clears the air and a breeze to cool us down.
This summer, that took so long to come, is now here with vengeance. We sweat when we are still, we feel weary and tired and we wonder when those clouds will bundle up and come our way.
We could call to them, or rain dance...but it's too hot for that. Instead we take cool showers, seek refuge in air conditioned shops and eat our way through cold summer fruits and ice blocks a plenty.
This summer, it begun, with cicada's song. And I can hear the song now, that sound it represents heat - to me. Here comes the sun...do do do do, here comes the sun and I say...it's alright.