Outside with your back to the sun your shoulder blades feel like they are the first point of contact of a bomb blast. On the front of your body, any part of skin that is touching something else covered with skin, pools up with sweat. Your eyes squint even when they look in the opposite direction of the big orange ball. Everything is refracting and reflecting and dispersing and expounding the omnipotent rays. And they are hot. The rays give off a meaningful traveling heat. A dry broiler heat and westerly wind that encourages movement from one piece of shade to another until we wind up in the ocean.
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