The sun glares at me ’cause I’m not a heat guy, not interested in the sizzle of skin as it fries –

– I love the grays and the cold, crowding campfires where stories are told, where heat serves the purpose of defrosting bones, where hands are too cold to type on their phones –

– now, living in extremes of temperature and temperament, hot words and hot heads, bright yellows and deep reds, everything must move to keep from getting burned, a constant blending of ignorance and lessons learned –

– I try not to show it, I try not to cry, still the sun glares at me ’cause I’m not a heat guy.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.  

5 Comments

  1. I’m not a heat person either. But I’m also not much for cold. I stopped camping because I didn’t like waking up in the cold. I wonder if I would feel differently about camping if I tried it now. We’ve had 55 days with no rain and temperatures have been 75 to 97. I heard eastern Washington was going to reach 105 to 110.

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  2. “– I try not to show it, I try not to cry, still the sun glares at me ’cause I’m not a heat guy.” These words were written for me and are so appropriate as I bask (silently suffer?) in a warm 87 degrees 🙂

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