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Morning. Daylight. People about and looking hot to sweat it up without the heat of the irradiated tar/cement. Watched unknowingly as the train passed the interchange station for a line that moved past a racing ground for most types of horses. No body else was in the air but the thick and heavy smog of exhaust. The heat didn't pose much of a concern to worry itself into a factor. That was until a few buildings away from the intended mark. When the mechanism used to hide the buttons on a collared shirt was put into action, things really started to heat up. Literally and the other one. Metaphorically?
In any event, the cold walls gave not enough comfort in the igloo variety. Even though the interior of an igloo might actually be pretty warm and cosy. But the sweat started at the door and kept on dripping and dripping and dripping. They returned looks of concern and questions of the possibilities to come. They might have thought the constant and heavy sweat was due to the situation.
How wrong they were.
But as soon as the choker came off and the noose was put away, the air became a little more humid, the eyes a little less sore. The sunscreen developed into a hard and thick coating on the back of the collar. Hard to get out. Hard to understand. But at least it isn't of an overpowering fragrance.
Figuratively.
Saturday, 1 March 2003 - 10:50
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