Once in a while I take a stab myself...
It's one of those sticky
August days when nothing
is more restorative
than sitting on my deck
under the shade of the umbrella
and trees.
I sweat without moving,
fully realizing my dampness
when a breeze pops up;
the evaporation of moisture
chills my skin
just long enough
to evince a little shiver.
~ RWA, 2408.03
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