Great idea for a thread, RI -- just wish some of the old timers like Mech and crew were around to speak their piece.
I must confess that I LOVE heat waves, have always loved them -- as long as one has a well-regulated apartment that maintains a cool comfortable temperature. Anything less than that is what our president might call a
disgrace.
There is a special pleasure in being indoors and sensing the heaviness of the air outside, knowing that if and when you come out you will feel like you've been slapped in the face. After a few days the city streets retain the heat and people who have waited so long for the summer start feeling beaten down but keep moving around as they must. There is a sullen sweet smell of garbage and sweat, and the human being realizes its true and glorious insect and cockroach nature.
If you have a girl, make her come over at the height of the heat, 3 or 4pm, and watch her initial relief as she enters your mildly chilly abode yield with comical swiftness to the usual dull female discomfort with anything less than perfect warmth. When she takes off the few rags that cling to her curves, the goosebumps on her flesh from the temperature change at first slightly blur the tan lines, which then come into yet more enraging focus. Your cock should be in her asshole at the exact moment the absolute high for the day -- nearing or exceeding 100 if it's a heat wave worth its salt -- is registered on outdoor thermometers.
If you're on your own, your day will be even purer -- it will be filled with
longueurs that only a very long, very hot, very solitary summer day can contain. There isn't a better context in which to experience the passage of time as such. But make sure you have a film lined up for that almost mythical moment -- still eons away -- when the daylight finally and slowly dissolves and gives way to a hot and nasty darkness. What better than, say, a screwball comedy from 1941 called
"Bedtime Story" that slakes your eyes with a black and while that just a few hours before you would not have believed was possible?
Even if you are not well set up to go through a heat wave, you can look forward to the time when at last it relents -- perhaps broken by a thunderstorm -- and summer returns to its milder heights. There is a greater appreciation then of those heights and their simple, profound pleasures, just as one looks at life with a renewed appreciation after a fever has broken. You can really
move now. Put on a tune like "Summertime" by the great musical genius Leroy Burgess and listen closely to when he sings,
step in my car with such depth of feeling and beauty. Heat waves are not the very height of the summer, but the summer requires them to keep you honest, and no great summer is complete without at least a couple of them. You've got to pay your dues.
EDIT: if for whatever reason you are unable to properly air condition your place and are sleeping poorly as a result, get a tower fan and put it in your bedroom. You can get something like
this from Amazon for under $60 and have it delivered to your place often same day, including Sundays. Fans are surprisingly effective even when it's quite hot out. There is no need to sleep badly.
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