It is a sticky day today. Beads of sweat gather on my brow and slowly create a tiny stream of salt water down the side of my face. I grasp the hem of my shirt and shake it to vent out some of the sweaty skin. Cool air rushes in and I feel slightly refreshed. I look up at the sun and breath in more water moistened air.
In the midwest you get to know a new meaning of the word humid. The steamy sultry mist that rolls off the ground in the morning when it is 90 degrees and 100% humidity is to die for
dont bath with yo fon in the shower because the steam may cause electrical shock. read this in the morning on my phone’s manual. Not exactly what i was looking for, but it is helpful
Humidity is an interesting beast. Too little and you find yourself dry – your skin in need of lotion, your lips in need of chapstick. Too much and you’re in a constant state of wetness.
bacchus on the back wall
visitation was seemly
visual campaigns are
the last thing you
expect. raspas
chill the fever
a little
gorgon infatuation
carrion overload
gargantua in the mist
Humidity is terrible. I hate it. It just sticks to you and makes you all wet and sweat constantly. It SUCKS!!!! Sometimes, I want to punch humidity in th face. If it were a person, I would be it up. I wish it weren’t so humid. Easily God’s worst invention.
thats just how tennessee is. humid and horrible. ever since the day i arrived, it’s been nothing but a cloud of heavy depression. that’s humidity for you. and if it wasn’t for the air conditioning inside, i’m afraid i would be able to even breath!
New jersey is humid this summer in-spite of it not being very hot., I mean it’s only been in the mid 80’s and it’s humid as hell.
Wish I were in Arizona where it’s a dry heat, NOT. Heck Arizona can get humid too,especially during the monsoon season.
Humidity is the bane of one of my friends existence, so during this time of year in NYC, she hates the rain, moisture of any kind but most importantly humidity.
Her humid hair hung like a willow but did not sway. The wind was far away and nowhere near her home in Niagara Falls. The hottest day of summer, so far, but that didn’t mean too much this year. The rain had washed out any hope of a hot summer; constant downpours made it feel like an endless spring. But today felt like the inside of a toaster, at least to Lisa.
the weather outside here in Tel Aviv is extremely humid today. It’s ridiciulous, it’s hard to breathe when you go outside. in addition to that you’re soaking wet after walking for only five minutes. I was going to get icecream earlier but I didn’t because it was just to hot and humid outside.
it’s humid here, right now. Sticky and gross. A little like durban in summer. Or anywhere, asia. True story. Humidity is the inherent wetness in the pit of your arm after a long day. And no amount of mitchum can stop it.
In the humid apex of summer we languish. Taking days in stride, pacing ourselves. From shaded vantages we sense the rotating cicadian drone. The undercurrent of life shifting compost in the dew.
It was one of those sticky, summer days. We could have chosen to do something but we felt as though we were glued to the couch. The warmth of his leg touching mine triggered a chemical reaction
WET, RAIN, BLUE SKY TORNADO CYCLONE FLYING HIGH WISHING RAIN FRIENDS ELCHO ISLAND BUNGU YO YAKA NAWIGIWAMA THE CHARCOAL RAINED FROM THE SUNSET SKY,
THE RAIN FELL LIKE FLUE,
A PRETTY GIFT, HEAVENT SENT,
FROM ME TO HIM TO YOU
A humid cloud descends upon the solemn hill. It grasps the sunrays by their side and reflects them upon the grass. A wind is blowing. And so the cloud moves, to enlighten another hill.
sticky, sweet and grounding.. wet seeping through my skin into my dry arid mind. controlling and stops you from peering out your view, holding you down making you wait for the crashing in the sky.
I grew up where it was not humid at all, and I initially hated humid places and missed the arid clime. Now I see that most of the world is humid, but I still like it dry.
When the laundry is just barely humid, take it down from the line, fold it quickly, and then start ironing. You won’t need any starch or any steam iron for perfectly creased folds and cuffs, crisp sheets, and impeccable shirts. That’s what my Mama told me.
The strong moist air hits the bare skin like a dozen sharpened knives. The hunmid clam balmy feeling of the day’s morning has never felt so uncomfortable. How does one quit nothing?
hot. summer time blues. vacation. Everyone complains when its hot and humid, but the alternative would be winter. winter sucks. It ain’t the heat its the humidity. Bull. It’s the heat for sure! First time, sticky shirt.
it’s humid today tommorrow
i hate humid
it’s dull heavy hot
i need stuff like spray to keep humid away
it’s terrible,
stuffy
horrible
i hate it
it’s like a heavy dampnesss
like the world is on my shoulders
makes me uncomfortable
i hate humid
Humidity is the bane of my existence. It is sticky and muggy and makes it hard to breathe. Life without humidity wouldn’t allow us to have plants and other life forms but do we have to have humidity when it is 100 degrees out and just begging for rain? I am going to move to the desert. Where I can breathe again.
“It’s a little humid in here, isn’t it?” inquired Tibbins. During our trip I had gifted Tibbins with a title, Lord of the Understatement. He has surely earned it.
“We are in a leaking submarine, up to our necks in water, yes, I would say it’s a little humid” I reply as I reach over and go to push Tibbins head under. I may be going to hell, but I’m making sure he gets there first.
weather that is tiring and damp.makes you feel less of everything and like it’s never going to pass. i like the sunshiny days when everything seems easier and ligther. i wish i lived somewhere else but maybe some day i will.
I hate humidity. It makes my hair frizz and my face sweaty. It especially sucks because now I live in a country where humidity is the norm. I guess we all get used to it eventually. I mean, it’s gross when it’s humid like once a week but when it’s humid 24/7/365 it’s just like “yeah, you know what, I’m sweaty and gross, and if you don’t like it, you can suck it”. Acceptance, people. Acceptance.
its humid over here!!i just dunno why i m here at this place whr the sticky feeling is taking over me! i like placed where its not humid and it doesnt rain at all..i like winters better..
Her words hang heavy in the air; invisible strings attached to their ends, simultaneously holding them up and dragging them down. The words linger over the conversation like drops of moisture on a muggy summer day.
In the South, you have to be patient with the air, the way it settles on your shoulders like a flock of burning vultures that somehow wring you with their talons, as though you are a starched washcloth. Some evenings, you try to open the door but cannot, the atmosphere is so thick it is like trying to dance in molasses.
It is a sticky day today. Beads of sweat gather on my brow and slowly create a tiny stream of salt water down the side of my face. I grasp the hem of my shirt and shake it to vent out some of the sweaty skin. Cool air rushes in and I feel slightly refreshed. I look up at the sun and breath in more water moistened air.
In the midwest you get to know a new meaning of the word humid. The steamy sultry mist that rolls off the ground in the morning when it is 90 degrees and 100% humidity is to die for
Like lying close to the ground on a sunny morning.
Dew sticking in your hair as you try to claim the last fresh remnants of the night air.
dont bath with yo fon in the shower because the steam may cause electrical shock. read this in the morning on my phone’s manual. Not exactly what i was looking for, but it is helpful
Humidity is an interesting beast. Too little and you find yourself dry – your skin in need of lotion, your lips in need of chapstick. Too much and you’re in a constant state of wetness.
bacchus on the back wall
visitation was seemly
visual campaigns are
the last thing you
expect. raspas
chill the fever
a little
gorgon infatuation
carrion overload
gargantua in the mist
Humidity is terrible. I hate it. It just sticks to you and makes you all wet and sweat constantly. It SUCKS!!!! Sometimes, I want to punch humidity in th face. If it were a person, I would be it up. I wish it weren’t so humid. Easily God’s worst invention.
thats just how tennessee is. humid and horrible. ever since the day i arrived, it’s been nothing but a cloud of heavy depression. that’s humidity for you. and if it wasn’t for the air conditioning inside, i’m afraid i would be able to even breath!
Summer time is humid. The body gets sticky, your hair frizzes up. I do not like humid. Can we go back to spring time?
New jersey is humid this summer in-spite of it not being very hot., I mean it’s only been in the mid 80’s and it’s humid as hell.
Wish I were in Arizona where it’s a dry heat, NOT. Heck Arizona can get humid too,especially during the monsoon season.
Humidity is the bane of one of my friends existence, so during this time of year in NYC, she hates the rain, moisture of any kind but most importantly humidity.
it’s still humid. flip. when’s it going to change. i wanna write when it’s not humid. sticky situation.
Her humid hair hung like a willow but did not sway. The wind was far away and nowhere near her home in Niagara Falls. The hottest day of summer, so far, but that didn’t mean too much this year. The rain had washed out any hope of a hot summer; constant downpours made it feel like an endless spring. But today felt like the inside of a toaster, at least to Lisa.
the weather outside here in Tel Aviv is extremely humid today. It’s ridiciulous, it’s hard to breathe when you go outside. in addition to that you’re soaking wet after walking for only five minutes. I was going to get icecream earlier but I didn’t because it was just to hot and humid outside.
it’s humid here, right now. Sticky and gross. A little like durban in summer. Or anywhere, asia. True story. Humidity is the inherent wetness in the pit of your arm after a long day. And no amount of mitchum can stop it.
In the humid apex of summer we languish. Taking days in stride, pacing ourselves. From shaded vantages we sense the rotating cicadian drone. The undercurrent of life shifting compost in the dew.
It was one of those sticky, summer days. We could have chosen to do something but we felt as though we were glued to the couch. The warmth of his leg touching mine triggered a chemical reaction
wet, weather, dry, hot, rain, percentage,
Fall from the sky,
The worlds rain down,
From the Fossenger’s eye,
The matrix unraveled,
The stories retold,
People living legends,
Of legends of old,
WET, RAIN, BLUE SKY TORNADO CYCLONE FLYING HIGH WISHING RAIN FRIENDS ELCHO ISLAND BUNGU YO YAKA NAWIGIWAMA THE CHARCOAL RAINED FROM THE SUNSET SKY,
THE RAIN FELL LIKE FLUE,
A PRETTY GIFT, HEAVENT SENT,
FROM ME TO HIM TO YOU
The air I breathe
fills my lungs like thick fog.
Every breath hits me like a brick wall
suffocation.. how I long for crisp air.
A humid cloud descends upon the solemn hill. It grasps the sunrays by their side and reflects them upon the grass. A wind is blowing. And so the cloud moves, to enlighten another hill.
sticky, sweet and grounding.. wet seeping through my skin into my dry arid mind. controlling and stops you from peering out your view, holding you down making you wait for the crashing in the sky.
hot sweaty dirty close sticky climate climax. city forest and modern confusion. humid human.
Hot! Blustery wet. Unpleasent. Worse than heat. The bitter aftertaste. Nature mixing its sweat with yours.
I grew up where it was not humid at all, and I initially hated humid places and missed the arid clime. Now I see that most of the world is humid, but I still like it dry.
i do not understand this weird word.
I am going to check it right now in my oxford dictionary.
By the way, i love icecream!
When the laundry is just barely humid, take it down from the line, fold it quickly, and then start ironing. You won’t need any starch or any steam iron for perfectly creased folds and cuffs, crisp sheets, and impeccable shirts. That’s what my Mama told me.
The strong moist air hits the bare skin like a dozen sharpened knives. The hunmid clam balmy feeling of the day’s morning has never felt so uncomfortable. How does one quit nothing?
hot. summer time blues. vacation. Everyone complains when its hot and humid, but the alternative would be winter. winter sucks. It ain’t the heat its the humidity. Bull. It’s the heat for sure! First time, sticky shirt.
lack of air
Cabbages
it’s humid today tommorrow
i hate humid
it’s dull heavy hot
i need stuff like spray to keep humid away
it’s terrible,
stuffy
horrible
i hate it
it’s like a heavy dampnesss
like the world is on my shoulders
makes me uncomfortable
i hate humid
Humidity is the bane of my existence. It is sticky and muggy and makes it hard to breathe. Life without humidity wouldn’t allow us to have plants and other life forms but do we have to have humidity when it is 100 degrees out and just begging for rain? I am going to move to the desert. Where I can breathe again.
“It’s a little humid in here, isn’t it?” inquired Tibbins. During our trip I had gifted Tibbins with a title, Lord of the Understatement. He has surely earned it.
“We are in a leaking submarine, up to our necks in water, yes, I would say it’s a little humid” I reply as I reach over and go to push Tibbins head under. I may be going to hell, but I’m making sure he gets there first.
weather that is tiring and damp.makes you feel less of everything and like it’s never going to pass. i like the sunshiny days when everything seems easier and ligther. i wish i lived somewhere else but maybe some day i will.
I hate humidity. It makes my hair frizz and my face sweaty. It especially sucks because now I live in a country where humidity is the norm. I guess we all get used to it eventually. I mean, it’s gross when it’s humid like once a week but when it’s humid 24/7/365 it’s just like “yeah, you know what, I’m sweaty and gross, and if you don’t like it, you can suck it”. Acceptance, people. Acceptance.
wet dry water temperature chem 28 matubig whatever
its humid over here!!i just dunno why i m here at this place whr the sticky feeling is taking over me! i like placed where its not humid and it doesnt rain at all..i like winters better..
Her words hang heavy in the air; invisible strings attached to their ends, simultaneously holding them up and dragging them down. The words linger over the conversation like drops of moisture on a muggy summer day.
In the South, you have to be patient with the air, the way it settles on your shoulders like a flock of burning vultures that somehow wring you with their talons, as though you are a starched washcloth. Some evenings, you try to open the door but cannot, the atmosphere is so thick it is like trying to dance in molasses.