Today’s photo post is accompanied by a little piece I wrote a couple of weeks ago about the humid heat of an Iowa summer combined with the indescribable heat of a hot flash. It’s more an experiment in painting with words than anything else, and I hope I’ve achieved what I set out to do (which is to attempt to convey the misery of having a hot flash in high summer). Comment away and let me know how I’ve done!
I stepped out of my perfectly climate-controlled office and into the baking, oppressive heat of a mid-July afternoon. It was only one o’clock, yet the heat was oppressive, beating against me like a wave upon the shore. The humidity was so high you could cut the air with a knife. And when I got in my car, it was even worse.
Inside my car, the heat wasn’t just oppressive – it was crushing. It was an elephant on my chest, forcing every ounce of air from my lungs; a wet shroud, clinging to me, refusing to let go. It was a living, breathing entity, and it wanted me out of its way.
That was when the hot flash hit. I felt the heat bloom like a mushroom cloud, spreading through my body like a backdraft. Now instead of being merely miserable, I felt like I’d been stranded in the seventh circle of hell. Beads of sweat dotted my face; my body felt like someone had doused me with a squirt bottle set to fine mist. I fought even harder for each breath, and my hands stuck to the steering wheel as I headed for the post office.
My car’s air conditioner struggled to cool the stifling air in the cabin, making little headway. Fortunately, I didn’t have far to go – the post office was just down the street a little way. I parked in front of the building and waited for traffic to pass before stepping out into the sweltering midday heat. I was surprised to find that the air I’d found so distressingly heavy only moments before now seemed light and fresh.
Naturally, all this sultriness made my perfectly climate-controlled office feel even colder when I eventually returned, but the chill in the air was a welcome relief from the closeness outside.
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9 thoughts on “Photo 365 #20”
Heat! Oh, I wish. That’s a great shot.
Thanks! I drive past a wind farm every day and, while all those turbines are an impressive sight during the day, the line of blinking lights on the night horizon is something of an annoyance.
Not to mention the noise.
I haven’t noticed much noise, actually, but then I live six or seven miles away from most of them and my car is a noisy thing.
I was once driving through the fields in Denmark surrounded by about thirty thousand wind turbines. The noise was incredible. Either the locals are deaf or insensible.
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Or perhaps both.
I can relate! Here in Alabama, the summer heat and humidity can be stifling and when a hot flash hits, it’s like a nuclear explosion going on inside my body. Whew! Fun post! Thanks for sharing.
Yes! Exactly! Every time I have a hot flash, I picture a little mushroom cloud because that’s what the sensation reminds me of. I’m glad I’m not the only one to equate hot flashes with nuclear explosions! 😀
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