I know

He laid down on the bed and then invited me over, head cocked to the side with a challenging half smile. Raised one arm as if to say “Look, here, this is where you should be….now where are you?”.

I climbed over the suitcase and across the bed and rubbed my head right into that little corner above his shoulder, under his chin…right where my head fits perfectly.

He grabbed a handful of my hair in his hand and played gently with it as he sang in a half whisper into my ear.

“You know, I don’t want anything else. Only be in your arms…”

His lips sang into my forehead as the song turned softly into a kiss.

With closed eyes, I melted. I breathed in deep the first boy unafraid to love me.

Wave

New York is experiencing a heatwave to the tune of 100-110 degrees fahrenheit. Oh it's good fun, I can assure you. We are in day 4, and expecting Day 5 tomorrow.

As I was driving along, windows down (my AC needs a good re-charge, and hey, a little sweat is good for the skin, right?) sweating uncontrollably, I realized that we all were. And that was that.

Sweating on a hot day is the only naturally occurring bodily function that we don't need to apologize for or feel embaressed about because honestly, we all get it...it's hot. When generally any other bodily function without clear explanation is seen as a flaw, walking into a grocery story with sweat stains on my back and arms is completely normal, and nobody gives it a second glance. I find this absolutely fascinating. First that there is ANY bodily function that society can grant an excuse for (excuse yourself after you sneeze, burp, yawn...don't even think about flatulating...), and second...that it is SO completely forgiven. Completely. Maybe society isn't quite as jaded as I had pinned it for after all. Every once and again, it comes up with somethin to remind me it has a sense of humor.