It’s 6:30 p.m. and 97 degrees. Earlier, it was 101, and strangely enough, I’m not agonizing as much as I was a week or two ago. “It’s warm out,” I tell myself jauntily before turning up the a.c. in the car and heading to the recycling center, where I break a sweat lifting the first bag of plastic bottles. Later it may drop to 85, and it’ll feel like springtime…..if the humidity loosens its grip also. The summer heat in Kansas, especially this summer, is a challenge that keeps playings its hit songs, and those of us living in this music run out of energy for complaining about it after a while.
For now, I just sit tight under the fan, in front of the a.c. that barely works, and next to the sprawled out dog on the floor. One day this will end like all gifts and hardships of time, but for now, there’s nothing to do but keep living in increasing acclimatization, which means a minimum of motion during certain hours of the day, aiming myself toward coffee shops with strong a.c. and icy coffee, and keeping my mind and body moving accordingly, turtle like in its thickening shell, as I dream of cold fronts.