Summer

We might be at that point in summer where it becomes kind of unbearable. No more afternoon strolls, enjoying the flowers, and the late light in evenings. 

The wild fires are making things orange.

The heat is so intense you can't stay outside long.

The smell of campfire, the sneezing, the irritated eyes, throat, skin.

And me wondering how I'll meet someone when I can't stand to be around anyone. 

And me heading home to get air conditioning.

And me dressed in a long sleeve.

And me with a mask.

And me feeling lonely when I don't have opportunities to connect.

I got away from work early to go do some writing, but the place I chose had too much traffic to concentrate, and too many weather changes were giving me a headache, and I drove home feeling like I'd missed out on all opportunities for the day and might as well crawl into bed. 

Its 7:20 pm. I could be writing... I made dinner and did the dishes. I could be reading.

But I am lonely, and fiening. 

Tomorrow I am hoping to go to the open mic, but I might also feel like I can't stand the air quality and run home. I was planning on going to protests over the weekend, but if I can't breathe... no. 

They say the fires could burn till snowfall.