The air was heavy. It was hard to breathe. Everything was glistening with moisture…even the birthday cake. Relief was eminent as the tropical storm was said to be moving out to sea. However, it seemed to crawl over us like a slug leaving a damp slimy trail where it had once slithered. You could see the moisture in the air. It was oppressive. But it did not stop the party. It trudged on like a wet parade. Sweat dripping from our noses as we posed for pictures.
The chips and crackers that were put out for guests had wilted in their bowls in under an hour. It was as if our home had been picked up and placed in the most dense of rain forests. Almost impossible to light a cigarette in this atmosphere one feared being attacked by a gargantuan jungle fly as they stood on the front stoop to smoke. Walking to ones car with little ones you felt the need to protect them from swamp gators and other Bayou predators. HOW CAN AIR BE SO LIQUID?
Everyone’s hair was lifeless and limp as if we had hiked down to the center of the earth. We sat on the earth’s core and sang Happy Birthday blotting our faces with balloon adorned napkins. Soupy ice cream and sweaty cake was on the menu and we were glad to have it. Our cups and glasses briefly held iced beverages before they melted and warmed and dripped with perspiration. Water dotting our shirts and laps as we raised them to our lips in a vane attempt to quench our thirst.
This was the first birthday party we had for my niece four years ago today. It would seem that history is about to repeat itself. This humidity is cruelty. I look forward to waking up to taking a sweater adorned drive through the picturesque country side while listening to Ramble On and sipping Pumpkin Spiced coffee. O Sweet Fall hurry in and push these tropical depressions with their oppressions out to sea.
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