The city is literally melting and the heat doesn’t seem to have any sort of end in sight. But rather than let it get the best of me, I’m allowing myself to embrace it. All of it. The sweat and the grime. The multiple showers a day. The lethargic feeling that is given to time as it passes, and the way that I move my feet as I walk the city because taking the subway is steamier than ever right now. Slow as a snail. This is the first summer in a while that I haven’t complained about the weather in a miserable way. The first time that I haven’t allowed it to put a dent in my mood. Yes, I will always notice that it is there, but it doesn’t bother me as much anymore. Instead, it feels good to ease into something warm. It actually acts as a reminder to slow down and take things easy. The summer heat sizzles in front of my face and tells me to relax. Much like a hot stone massage. I finally tell myself that I can write those emails first thing in the morning instead late on a Sunday night. I’ll cook a meal with the window open, but I cook it slow and take breaks in-between, because in the summer there is not set time for dinner. Every single hour is the same. Morning, day or night. The differences all blur together, and it doesn’t matter if you eat breakfast for lunch or dinner for breakfast. Normal rules stop applying. Rules are good, but sometimes it’s good to let things slide. And the summer heat is the perfect excuse to literally take things one step at a time. At any time. Or actually, with no time in mind at all. Shoulder bare. Hair undone. Feet in the easiest shoes I have, my slides. Everything thrown all jumbled up into my biggest bag, because I have no care in the world to organize it all to fit into something smaller. Call me lazy? Nah, just call me drunk off summer.