buring in a heat wave

Here in Camas/Vancouver Washington the mercury slowing crept up the thermometer to 105 degrees air conditioners in homes and cars churn out cool air.  Coming from the Midwest where humidity rules at this time of year Mom and Dad raised four of us amongst oscillating fans and open windows; air conditioners where a luxury item not all could afford but our neighbors had one fitted into a window and each time I walked into the darken, cool home windows closed curtains drawn a mausoleum it seemed.

The house I live in today has air conditioning but is rarely used after all  we complain all winter about “coldness and rain when will the warmth return” or “I can hardly wait until it gets warm again.”  Well this weekend the warmth returned and as usual most complained about it being too hot and dove into air conditioned environments except myself, I basked in its warm, absorbed it, sweat it, love it.  Keeping with tradition the windows are open wide, ceiling fans move air, and I sweat and sense this the right atmosphere for writing.




By jimberly

I enjoy photography, writing, walking, nature, reading, and of course the coooolest game on earth HOCKEY! I took up photography in 9th grade and seeing the world in a different light wanting to, of course, photograph everything, unfortunately not everything comes out the way I'd like.

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