My AC is broken, not cycling cool air
On this monstrously hot day
Sweat doesn’t cool but reminds me
I’ve a talent to reclaim
Long hot southern summers
With no air conditioning.
A back yard with pecan trees
Taught me how to catch breezes.
I sat by a window not moving a muscle
Getting lost in book-reading
Words were my magic carpet
Fanning air as it flew.
Today by my window
Oak tree leaves transport me
A slight wind brings coolness
Settling round my feet.
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I love this Ina, the way you transition from the technological solution to the natural one and all the memories that accompany it.
Yes, Andrea. And now it is raining. It brings back more memories of nature’s cooling ways.
I used to do that…thanks for the memories!
Lovely to hear you kept cool like this also. It is raining now and if my AC were working I wouldn’t have the windows open to feel the cool breeze.
Acclimation is a double edge sword. May you get the unit fixed pronto! Loved the poem! 🙂
Thanks, Victo. Pronto can’t come soon enough!
The descriptions here are swirling around me like the wind… Beautiful xx
Thank you, Christy.
delightful to read and remember
Thanks, Paul. ❤