Wednesday, September 1, 2010
There's something heavy in the air, the kind of heaviness that you feel every time you inhale or try to move that settles onto your skin like an invisible sheet. The charged feeling you notice when you walk into a church in the middle of a mass, as if all the energy of the place is lingering around you. You breathe in and it catches you too. I guess it's indian summer, and it's as pervaded with humidity from the fleeting heat as it is with the evening chill of autumn. The kind of air that can't figure out if it wants to go back to what was before, or continue on, knowing winter is next. It's full of conflicted emotion and anxiety, as someone who thought they wanted to leave but then hesitated viscerally at the door.