heatwave across the city
Relentless, brutal, baking heat. 42 degrees (108F). Office workers emerge from chilled cubicles at midday, holding newspapers to their faces to avoid the sun’s harsh slap. Towers and pavements collude by storing and bouncing heat, providing no escape. While friends from afar shovel snow with numbed fingers.
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[...] stones telling me of other seasons, other weathers, other skies. This one inspired by the poet of The Sacred Cave.
Give me the 42 degrees please, what a gorgeous photo!
Haha. It’s blistering Gilly, but provides a great view.
We don’t have snow to shovel here on the coast yet, but it’s definitely cold enough for it.There is snow only a little further inland. For having that kind of temps now, you must be somewhere in the southern hemisphere. We could do with some warmth
The photo is stunning, it glows!
Hi Inger-Marie,
We’re just outside of Perth, Western Australia.
I love Australia, been to the Sydney ares twice, but never to the west coast. We dream and plan to one day drive all around the continent with our dear friends in Sydney
Here in Melbourne we get a few 40+ days each summer (more now that the non-existent climate change takes hold) but over your side of the wide brown land, you seem to get them endlessly at times.
Yes, it is one of those times – a record breaking spell I think. The easterly winds are also howling, bringing in the hot desert air. It is JUST like standing in the path of a giant hair-dryer! F-r-a-z-z-l-e-d
Such a visual with your words Louise. Margie