All the windows and doors open all day with no AC running, hearing the birds and wind again in my little home, piling on blankets to ward off the overnight chill while I listen to crickets in the dark…this weather is absolute bliss and the panthers and I are soaking it up as much as possible.
Texas summers mean isolation from the natural world that feeds me in every moment of my life. Closed off boxes with loud units cooling the air, that’s the only way for my sensitive extra-sensory abilities to survive the heat. Even the nights are suffocating and overwhelming. Being separated from the outdoors puts me into a serious depression for 8-10 months of every year here. I cannot breathe or dream, the trees cannot soothe me.
This bliss of basically living with only the screens between the wilds and I…it is restorative. In the way air rips into your lungs at LAST after holding your breath longer than you knew you could bear.
All of a sudden, I can breathe.
A Burd in Flight 