I’m drowing in mid-air
Here is an entry from my personal blog.
It’s so hot here. It’s so humid. Oh, how I miss those cold summer San Francisco days with the the chilly nordic breeze gently blowing off the ocean onto the shore.
The cooler nights, the dry days.
During the summer you often see San Franciscans shrugging against the wind and artfully throwing silk scarves and wool sweaters around their pale, white necks to stay warm.
It’s so hot in Graz, that you can smell the sidewalks seweating. It’s the smell of street dust getting heavy and wet. Everyone looks exhausted and annoyed. The residents are slumped against the humidity, their clothes are uncomfortably stuck to their body with musty sweat.
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