Cooling up

It's summer in the evening, the heat was unbearable during that day, the dresses and shirts stick to the skin with sweat, but everyone is running home, the thunder is growling out of the pack of thick dark clouds, night is on the fall, the street lights expand in a blink, in that heavy and metallic atmosphere, the swarming filthy heart of a city, sweat and dust on the verge to be cleansed, i'm waiting for it, tired limbs, sitting on a padded stool, elbows on the counter fronting the huge glass, focused on the outside, the rush to come, the extasy to burst, for now resting, hypnotized, while slowly tasting my favorite ice cream in that small typical neigborhood diner, the pink neon above changes the sight of the street progressively as each letter gets on, one by one, then none, and again, my eyes up, those weighty eyelids still ready to open, i'm relaxed, tingles all over my body in that wait, the drops of sweat tracing wakes on my bare arms, the delicate sugary flavor cooling my throat, the flashing tacky colors around making me dizzy, transporting me, i'm fine, i'm relaxed, i'm electrified, and suddenly, the rain breaks.



I'm in love, there's no other explanation.