Hot Hot Heat

On Broadway there was no respite. The particular position of the sun bathed the entire street in its light. Oppressive and sullen, even the weeds on the sidewalk were listless, uncomfortable. The air was still, stark and hot.  I found myself laughing because the intensity of the moment was such that there was nothing else to do.

On the walk turned walkabout my mind went back hours to the all night bacchanal that had occurred. Still laughing, I found the situation to be ironic. The walk, bearable as there was no humidity, was unbearable as the hazy sun was so hot that I could feel my skin burning. Penance? Perhaps. The guilt, shame and regret were literally baked out of me as I continued on… Solitude, intensity and stillness made me feel as if this moment was crafted just for me. Like a morning shower…. I entered the subway station awake and clear.

Photo: Ian Reid