heat – Pure and Simple

A flight with almost fourteen hours and a three hours transit, is not easy at all.

If you’re accustomed to these long… really long flights, then you really deserve an award for endurance.

I think I deserve two, since this is my first holiday with such a long journey.

Perhaps I deserve three, since this flight also comes with a big time difference.

Three or two hours difference wouldn’t be such a big deal.

But… wait, 1,2,3,4,5,6, 7 hours make a significant difference.

Time suddenly feels as if it’s going in opposite directions.

In the morning, you drag yourself out of bed, your eyes so heavy that you fall asleep again everywhere, at any moment.

At night, you feel wide awake, and surprisingly hungry and ready for outdoor activities.

Breakfast time becomes dinner time and dinner becomes breakfast.

The sun that plays tricks on you in the Uk is now punctual, serious, and happy.

How happy?

So happy that she’s laughing all the time, watching people out and about in sunglasses, hats, and face fans; all enjoying her majesty’s presence.

Rain visits often but, lightly so far, as if trying to lighten the mood.

Unfortunately, the mood refuses to be lightened because of humidity.

And humidity is that heavy, sweaty, stick neighbour no one likes.

And finally, after those first confused, steamy, lazy days, a gentle nudge of writing arrived, with a smooth landing, to save these funny moments in this post.

With July-holidays-thoughts,

Nahla

Well… this week started good, actually very good.

Indoors and outdoors were busy and buzzy.

The birds were chirping from dawn to dusk.

The bees were buzzing around trees and flowers.

And people were running outside either on their feet or in their cars.

The roads, parks, markets and beaches were all so busy.

All because the weather was hot, finally.

Mrs Sun had been so loyal over the last few days.

Actually.. she was more than loyal.

She was protective, subjective, and fictive.

Honestly, she was, and still is, committed to her principles up to this very moment.

As for being protective, her shiny, strong rays blocked the wind, and allowed only a bit of breeze every now and then.

It happened, though, when the clouds and the wind started a big thundery fight over some lighting debate.

But Mrs Sun sorted it all in a couple of hours.

But… I’d like to seize this opportunity and blame her for being subjective.

Yes she was.

She was highly subjective, insisting that sunburn is a long awaited gift, and didn’t consider how it’s not for everyone.

But she was forgiven for being fictive.

Yes, under her majestic warmth, we build sandcastles,

we relax to the splash music of the waves,

and we smile while listening to the ocean humming inside the shells.

With sunny, busy, buzzy thoughts,

Nahla

Tag: heat

Jet Lag, Humidity, and Writing

Busy, Buzzy Week