Just…funky…

Walking outdoors when the air is so goddamned hot it’s like a swaddling coat…wrapping you in heat and humidity…  

iPod pumping Woody Herman’s Woodchoppers Ball into your mind…

Dancing down the street with an imaginary boyfriend…

and it’s so hot you can’t walk very far before your legs start to give out and you have to turn back to home…

and then…Baia…

Someone I long to see…keeps haunting my reverie…

Jesus what’s it going to be like when I’m too old to walk outside in this heat…

I reckon I’ll just keep dancing until I can’t anymore…

Alone…probably…

Damn…this heat is…stifling… 

But my legs keep moving…my body dancing…

How I pray for the day…
When I’ll see your smile…
And my heart will beat again…