gusty
tender_square i woke up warmer than when i went to bed, hair slick with sweat and body full of fever sleep. i didn’t know that the temperature had risen twenty degrees outside overnight. i waited for the salt on my skin to turn to cool crystal; it didn’t in cobra pose. the weather app showed swirls of wind for the front that would drop the temperature in the hours ahead, and rain’s probability was in the upper percentiles before daybreak. i went out anyway, desiring movement. it was dark when i stepped out onto the track, and too warm for december. the clouds were an insulation pink, and low, moving rapidly east. by my second lap, the rain fell in fat sideway gusts i had to protect my face from. i passed a man walking with a golf umbrella to shield his body from the onslaught. “gorgeous weather we’re having, huh?” i called to him. at home, i stripped my damp layers one by one and sent them to the dryer. those sticky clothes would chill my bones if i let them. 221203
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