It is August in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and this is the time of year where you begin to believe that winter never existed. You begin to doubt seasons at all, that maybe the earth doesn't turn anymore because you're so busy being so HOT. It could have snowed two feet back in December, you still catch yourself saying "Winter this year was so short! We barely have winter here anymore! And fall? SPRING? Are you kidding? We have 2 days of anything below 80 and then here we were living inside a quesadilla."
Your body revolts. I believe there is an event horizon with temperature, that once you hit 100, it could be 101 or 112 and you stop feeling a difference. Your body becomes too busy trying to maintain basic cellular function and stops wasting energy on sending nerve impulses to your brain so that you can recognize a temperature gradient. It's too busy being pissed off. Your brain pictures the end of days, you contemplate death. You can see the steam rising off your skin when you walk outside, your glasses fog up, your breath starts to hang in your mouth because the moisture is so heavy outside you can't process oxygen fast enough. The sun hates you, it just plain hates you. You try putting on fewer clothes, when you know that you could be walking the campus streets naked and still feel like you were stuck inside a bath surrounded by fat Russians who just walked out of a pot of boiling water so they can steam off. You sweat in places you didn't know you sweat, your head pounds from the barrage of sunbeams pummeling your skull, everything starts to smell like asphalt.
This is August in Alabama.
I don't think winter ever existed.
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It is unbelieveably hot.
Fuck.
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