Wow, what a smokey couple of days. First of all, make sure you dig out you N95 masks from COVID – Surgical masks do not work with particulates.
Second: Wow, the sky, despite it all, is intriguing to say the least.
Last week, when New York got a thunderstorm, I was riding down the New Jersey Turnpike watching it all roll in. As I watched, I thought a lot about the weird in-betweenness that’s happening in my life. Friday was ominous. It felt like a warning, much like the heat and mugginess before a summer storm.
I also missed the familiarity of summer clusters. Growing up in Ohio, we were hit with severe weather nearly once a week after May 1st. There’s a tranquility; as if you know that once this chaos is over, life will go on. I think that’s an important thing to remember in all situations: life. will. go. on.
Anyway, enjoy this poem.
Local on the 8s
Windows down in the car as the apocalypse sun Pokes through Chekov’s storm clouds. Gray and peach and nuclear yellow, you’re the heavy warning air that slicks off the skin on my face. You’re the atoms bouncing around my ozone to produce color. You’re the storm warning alerts I dismiss on my phone.
This week’s song is aptly titled “Heat Lightning” by Mitski. I just thought it was thematically appropriate.
This week’s assignment is to stay indoors while the AQI is high.
‘Till next time, loves.
Let’s sit on the porch for the summer storm and take in the nuclear yellow
That Utica polaroid is so good! And it fits so well with the Mitski song and the poem!