summer had arrived, bringing with it chesty, wheezing coughing… the humidity activating my asthma..
Hannah
wet and moist. Austin and Houston. my forehead and armpits in the heat of it. Would much prefer arid.
dan
humidity sucks. there is a time and place for moisture and in the middle of the day, with all your clothing on, is not it.
emily
I’ve already done this one, can I have another word? Humid. It’s not like I get much humidity here in Ireland. Mainly just wet. And cold. And grey. I’m just gonna wait out the rest of the 60 seconds……………
beth
The air between us is heavy. Thick. Hot. Sticky. I can push against it and then he sways in the wind. I spit into the air and my saliva goes nowhere. Just hangs there until he reaches out and flicks it with his middle finger.
Brandi Wells
I feel the foreshadowing of rain in the earth between my toes, in the droplets like mildew in my hair. The sky is turning grey and beautiful.
Antonia
the weather is hot. hot as it’s ever been. but its not the sun. its cloudy. the dark sprinkles of drops of rain are falling. but my face is covered in sweat. i’m sweltering in this humid air.
where do we go from here? is there a place to find shelter?
Serena
I couldn’t even smoke a damn cigarette. I’d been on that plane for 8 fucking hours, and stepping off into the suffocatingly close humid Toronto summer, the last thing I wanted was the only thing I wanted for the past 8 fucking hours.
beth
Sitting in a room, waiting for the walls to close in. This humid air hanging all around, looking for cracks to escape. Let it out. The paint peeling in the heat. The wood warped from the flood.
ducksoup
it has been humid all day. I feels like someone’s forcing me to sweat. I know it’s not hot. It’s just excruciatingly wet. A paradox, yes, but made irrelevant by the reality of my discomfort. It is in this setting that I find myself after the longest night of the summer. Maybe someday I’ll remember it.
James Fisher
His shirt stuck to his sweating back in the thick, sticky, humid air. He hated this place; hated the heat, the constant rotting smell, the unbearable moisture that permeated every surface and substance.
It’s not the temperature that kills you, it’s that damned humidity.
Chuck Meacham
The air was so humid that when she stepped out of the chapel, she felt nearly smothered by the thickness of it. “How the fuck am I supposed to breath in this?” She asked.
“Welcome to Florida,” came her only reply.
Alyssa Diaz
The day was steaming with fog and dense moist air. It wasn’t the only thing that I was clear about. My hangover was reminding me of that with a vengeance. Mostly the bile in my stomach is what was causing me to feel the temperature that much more.
tommy
I walked outside, going to school. The air was thick and moist, and I felt my hair frizz. I could see the intricate pattern on a spider web, and dew had forms in the cracks. I walk to school, my shoes wet from the grass.
Spencer
One thing I will say about living in the desert: it is not humid. Hot? Yes, Oh heavens yes. But dry. It is not unusual for it to be 105 degrees but at least we do not suffer with the drip inducing, heat stroke making humidity that those to the south and east of us do.
kathy
Wet and warm; polar opposites. How ironic.
Everything about everyone is ironic. We are hypocrites; destined to go against what he say and do. Our personalities are humid, drowning and boiling hot.
Like a coin; two faces on every one.
Samantha
the humidity falls off of your skin as i lean in to kiss you once more feeling every drop fall onto my chest as i hold you closer and closer melting into you..
danielle
Humid is the definitition of where I live. Honestly, in the summer, the heat gets so bad that I feel like I have to swim through the air to get anywhere. THAT is what I mean by humid. Some people will be like “Wow, its really humid outside,” but truly have no idea what humid actually means.
chad
The humid air fogged up the windshield. She remembered the days when her and Ryan could do that without the assistance of the weather. Now she only worked to remove it so she could see the empty, lonely stretch of road ahead of her. How did she screw things up so badly?
Samantha
humid makes me think of home, of long nights at the temple with people who weren’t my people, with a boy who wasn’t my boy. wondering when it all went wrong and wishing i could put everything back together.
gone
there is a sign on the wall which all can’t see but it’s just something that we all must notice. makes me wonder. how can we get by life like this? we all have t change for the sake of anything. if we humans didn’t exist lots could’ve changed.
Brandon
I remember the air in New Jersey, so humid, saturated, sticky. I remember the postage stamps that ended up permanently glued to my desk just because of that. Unknown phenomenon, exotic–something to write home about.
Taddy
The sundress her grandmother left her on the azure armchair cries out to be worm. She pictures how lovely it would fall below the knee with her hair scrunched up nicely. The weather has been so humid and would work perfectly for today..but..if only her grandmother were alive to see it.
Jonny
strands of hair plastered to our skin;
we make love anywhere.
bristol
Shallow music and humid lips The mirror across the room holds your image with a face so well defined, but it is too late now. What is condemned cannot be restored. The boundaries are set, because even fluids are in containers.
Joy Cagil
It’s so humid in Hawaii. When you walk outside, the water in the air just sticks to your skin, coating it in a fine layer of sweat. The same thing happened in Japan, 2 summers ago. Getting off the plane, my friends and I realized that we weren’t in Washington anymore. It was humid, and the culture was so different…I loved it though. I would do almost anything to go back to that day.
Kayla
the air was humid, rain sitting heavily on our breath. it was waiting for some invisible, silent signal, holding its breath for the momenti it could explode.
“Sara–” he began. The rain dulled his harsh voice, and for a second he sounded almost kind.
Jennifer
You would think it’s hot today, but it’s not…just humid…..you would think it’s raining outside, but it’s not….it’s just humid….you would think the sun would dry everything up….but it won’t……it’s humid.
Clive Daily
humid is less fun than hot, not as nice as wet. It implies sticky but not the great sticky of a sweet bun. The not quite wet, not quite dry sticky of air that is too heavy to breathe.
Valerie
It is very humid as I sit here and write.
andythrobber
It’s hot and I can’t breathe. The palm trees are rustling in the wind, yet my lungs wrestle with the air. It’s hot and the water close by makes it steam.
mary
breath on my neck, contrasting with the arid aridity of the just deserts surrounding me–arizona, or desertion? as her hands hold onto my shoulders like pillars in a storm, i forget to forget what i came here to avoid…
Ethan
The air was humid and stuck to her skin like a sheet in a hot room. She shrugged it off with a laugh- gentle and rustling- like the deep roar of leaves escaping from the pattern of passing feet. She was a summer storm- she was the rain and the pavement and the vapors that rise between the two.
Amanda Elaine
warm uncomfortable feels like home
rains sweet smell od rain
shivani
As he walked across the desert, all he could think of was getting home to his family, to see his wife and kids. That and getting a nice greasy cheeseburger with extra fries. He salivated at the thought. “God,” he thought to himself, “I hope I get there before this humidity kills me.”
Rob
the water began to drip slowly from the glass, forehead, and walls of the heated room. everything began to slow down, it was almost surreal. anything would be better than the situation we were currently in.
j squared
Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Sticky neck and back. Ice cream and bumble bee’s in the park.
Gemma
the air was humid, thrashing with the sound of dragons’ snorts and boiling with the steam of a thousand train engines. i shaded my eyes and glared into the gleaming ocean.
Stephanie
its very humid today.i am sweating since morning and feeling horrible..these rains never help..just ruin the weather even more..leaving us sweating all the more.
Binti
Humid weather gets the best if me he said, sweat running down his body like rain.
summer had arrived, bringing with it chesty, wheezing coughing… the humidity activating my asthma..
wet and moist. Austin and Houston. my forehead and armpits in the heat of it. Would much prefer arid.
humidity sucks. there is a time and place for moisture and in the middle of the day, with all your clothing on, is not it.
I’ve already done this one, can I have another word? Humid. It’s not like I get much humidity here in Ireland. Mainly just wet. And cold. And grey. I’m just gonna wait out the rest of the 60 seconds……………
The air between us is heavy. Thick. Hot. Sticky. I can push against it and then he sways in the wind. I spit into the air and my saliva goes nowhere. Just hangs there until he reaches out and flicks it with his middle finger.
I feel the foreshadowing of rain in the earth between my toes, in the droplets like mildew in my hair. The sky is turning grey and beautiful.
the weather is hot. hot as it’s ever been. but its not the sun. its cloudy. the dark sprinkles of drops of rain are falling. but my face is covered in sweat. i’m sweltering in this humid air.
where do we go from here? is there a place to find shelter?
I couldn’t even smoke a damn cigarette. I’d been on that plane for 8 fucking hours, and stepping off into the suffocatingly close humid Toronto summer, the last thing I wanted was the only thing I wanted for the past 8 fucking hours.
Sitting in a room, waiting for the walls to close in. This humid air hanging all around, looking for cracks to escape. Let it out. The paint peeling in the heat. The wood warped from the flood.
it has been humid all day. I feels like someone’s forcing me to sweat. I know it’s not hot. It’s just excruciatingly wet. A paradox, yes, but made irrelevant by the reality of my discomfort. It is in this setting that I find myself after the longest night of the summer. Maybe someday I’ll remember it.
His shirt stuck to his sweating back in the thick, sticky, humid air. He hated this place; hated the heat, the constant rotting smell, the unbearable moisture that permeated every surface and substance.
It’s not the temperature that kills you, it’s that damned humidity.
The air was so humid that when she stepped out of the chapel, she felt nearly smothered by the thickness of it. “How the fuck am I supposed to breath in this?” She asked.
“Welcome to Florida,” came her only reply.
The day was steaming with fog and dense moist air. It wasn’t the only thing that I was clear about. My hangover was reminding me of that with a vengeance. Mostly the bile in my stomach is what was causing me to feel the temperature that much more.
I walked outside, going to school. The air was thick and moist, and I felt my hair frizz. I could see the intricate pattern on a spider web, and dew had forms in the cracks. I walk to school, my shoes wet from the grass.
One thing I will say about living in the desert: it is not humid. Hot? Yes, Oh heavens yes. But dry. It is not unusual for it to be 105 degrees but at least we do not suffer with the drip inducing, heat stroke making humidity that those to the south and east of us do.
Wet and warm; polar opposites. How ironic.
Everything about everyone is ironic. We are hypocrites; destined to go against what he say and do. Our personalities are humid, drowning and boiling hot.
Like a coin; two faces on every one.
the humidity falls off of your skin as i lean in to kiss you once more feeling every drop fall onto my chest as i hold you closer and closer melting into you..
Humid is the definitition of where I live. Honestly, in the summer, the heat gets so bad that I feel like I have to swim through the air to get anywhere. THAT is what I mean by humid. Some people will be like “Wow, its really humid outside,” but truly have no idea what humid actually means.
The humid air fogged up the windshield. She remembered the days when her and Ryan could do that without the assistance of the weather. Now she only worked to remove it so she could see the empty, lonely stretch of road ahead of her. How did she screw things up so badly?
humid makes me think of home, of long nights at the temple with people who weren’t my people, with a boy who wasn’t my boy. wondering when it all went wrong and wishing i could put everything back together.
there is a sign on the wall which all can’t see but it’s just something that we all must notice. makes me wonder. how can we get by life like this? we all have t change for the sake of anything. if we humans didn’t exist lots could’ve changed.
I remember the air in New Jersey, so humid, saturated, sticky. I remember the postage stamps that ended up permanently glued to my desk just because of that. Unknown phenomenon, exotic–something to write home about.
The sundress her grandmother left her on the azure armchair cries out to be worm. She pictures how lovely it would fall below the knee with her hair scrunched up nicely. The weather has been so humid and would work perfectly for today..but..if only her grandmother were alive to see it.
strands of hair plastered to our skin;
we make love anywhere.
Shallow music and humid lips The mirror across the room holds your image with a face so well defined, but it is too late now. What is condemned cannot be restored. The boundaries are set, because even fluids are in containers.
It’s so humid in Hawaii. When you walk outside, the water in the air just sticks to your skin, coating it in a fine layer of sweat. The same thing happened in Japan, 2 summers ago. Getting off the plane, my friends and I realized that we weren’t in Washington anymore. It was humid, and the culture was so different…I loved it though. I would do almost anything to go back to that day.
the air was humid, rain sitting heavily on our breath. it was waiting for some invisible, silent signal, holding its breath for the momenti it could explode.
“Sara–” he began. The rain dulled his harsh voice, and for a second he sounded almost kind.
You would think it’s hot today, but it’s not…just humid…..you would think it’s raining outside, but it’s not….it’s just humid….you would think the sun would dry everything up….but it won’t……it’s humid.
humid is less fun than hot, not as nice as wet. It implies sticky but not the great sticky of a sweet bun. The not quite wet, not quite dry sticky of air that is too heavy to breathe.
It is very humid as I sit here and write.
It’s hot and I can’t breathe. The palm trees are rustling in the wind, yet my lungs wrestle with the air. It’s hot and the water close by makes it steam.
breath on my neck, contrasting with the arid aridity of the just deserts surrounding me–arizona, or desertion? as her hands hold onto my shoulders like pillars in a storm, i forget to forget what i came here to avoid…
The air was humid and stuck to her skin like a sheet in a hot room. She shrugged it off with a laugh- gentle and rustling- like the deep roar of leaves escaping from the pattern of passing feet. She was a summer storm- she was the rain and the pavement and the vapors that rise between the two.
warm uncomfortable feels like home
rains sweet smell od rain
As he walked across the desert, all he could think of was getting home to his family, to see his wife and kids. That and getting a nice greasy cheeseburger with extra fries. He salivated at the thought. “God,” he thought to himself, “I hope I get there before this humidity kills me.”
the water began to drip slowly from the glass, forehead, and walls of the heated room. everything began to slow down, it was almost surreal. anything would be better than the situation we were currently in.
Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Sticky neck and back. Ice cream and bumble bee’s in the park.
the air was humid, thrashing with the sound of dragons’ snorts and boiling with the steam of a thousand train engines. i shaded my eyes and glared into the gleaming ocean.
its very humid today.i am sweating since morning and feeling horrible..these rains never help..just ruin the weather even more..leaving us sweating all the more.
Humid weather gets the best if me he said, sweat running down his body like rain.