The hot, humid air
Seeps into my clothes, brushing my skin,
As I maneuver from air-conditioning to the
Hot outside.
Blinking several times,
Eyes watering, unaccustomed to the
Bright outdoor skies.
Dazzling.
Giving myself time to adjust
Away from the noisy perpetual
Humming of the television, replaced by
The quiet slight buzzing and protests of
Insects flitting among the reeds;
From the choking smells of
Green chili peppers polished with acrylic
And too-rich spices
And suffocating air, to
The overwhelming winds slitting across the humid spell,
Broken.
Feigned peacefulness modeled after the outside was sovereign
No more.