the heat, oppressive
moisture hanging heavy in the air
to make every breath a chore

so I close all the windows
and seclude myself
as I turn on air
that has been "conditioned"

as the air cools
and breath becomes thoughtless
once again
I feel the touch of comfort
on my skin

and energy releases
at the level of my very cells
to become

movement again
that I may dance
with the rhythm of life

ever unfolding itself

? Michaelette ?

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