Early morning, your alarm rings: you haven't stirred once in the night. The room is dark, and quiet, and cool, and you sleep like a child. Outside the window, it's a whole other world, the air is fresh, albeit industrially tough. You drive through winding highways, discussing trivia, looking up answers in pockets of reception. Stare at the cumulus clouds and revel in sunlight without jungle heat. Walk through the little town, entirely content with life. You realize that the city nears again; you feel like you are a thousand miles away.
There was a moment today, at the top of the great waterfall, when I thought to myself that life is that current, that smooth pure cool current and at some point you'll fly down the rushing falls, and it'll terrify you to no end, but at the bottom, isn't it all twirls and mist and perpetual rainbows again? It was the most zen I've felt in ages.
The heat can't get to you, then.
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