A blog post without topic
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There’s another word I’m gonna haul out to describe the world today: doldrums. You know, that feeling of being stuck, becalmed, stranded. The August heat weighs down like wet wool. The air is a tangible thing. Being outside is like being embedded in molten amber, viscous and yellow. The days go on for weeks and the weeks feel like years.
Basically August just sucks.
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(Via The Shape of Days.)
Embedded in molten amber. Love that phrase!
Just hits the nail right on the head about Texas summers. I remember the first double take I did when the weatherman said we would have a cold front moving through and the temperatures would only get into the high 90s. That’s the nature of a summer cold front around here.
Man, it’s hot.
