we lucked out this year; we've had a long, rainy, beautifully green and cool spring down here, and haven't even bothered to switch our thermostat from heat to air yet, but today the heat started to settle in for the run up into october. i love southern heat more than i thought i could. i didn't expect to love it, but i do. (except when it keeps me from sleeping.)
i sat on the couch today after i finished my work and listened to elvis costello and read james lee burke mysteries, and the backs of my knees sweated. the first full summer i lived in north carolina, i spent most of the summer padding around my apartment in a tiny white slip, drinking wild turkey straight and reading margaret maron novels.
there's something about the quality of light in the south that makes for storytelling. i don't know. i'm teaching myself to tell stories again. i took some time off, and sometimes my ability to tell a story feels as thick and heavy as the southern summer heat.
elvis costello's album almost blue is really fucking amazing.
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