March
2010 March 22
The sun is unforgiving when it prickles the skin, but the heat from the last couple of days have been more bearable. The clouds manage to diffuse the glare, making it less pronounced. I dread how I sweat a lot from my scalp and how there are always beads of sweat felt along my hairline. Now even the back of my hands are moist from all the sweat I try to wipe off. These things you couldn’t leave alone.
We take extra care of what goes out of us, sometimes more often than what comes in.
