It was really hot that day. The heat poured onto my body. I remember it on my face mostly. Like opening an oven door, it wooshed out with tireless consistency. If time can be broken down into smaller and smaller parts, divided until it becomes apparently that it exists in discrete particles, then the heat was what bound it together, the heat flowed through the jumps and starts of the seconds and made life continuous. I was seated then and the the sunlight seated on my legs, soaking into my black tights, and frying the skin beneath. A glistening unseen across my clothes body, slight stickiness of the clothes. Almost impercepitable. The air was melting and the earth scorched. All dried up, the cracked soil and blistering tar. Moisture sucked out of my skin and breathing is difficult.
And suddenly like a ghost to pop up in the mirror came a murky breeze. I thought I’d walked sluggishly but instead I was brisk, alert. The dog approached and circled and waited and then, affection denied, retreated to the shade. The breeze again; weaker now. Just enough to lift wisps of hair.