"I Heard A Forest Praying"

Quite beautiful, actually, in a chromatic, love-the-trees kind of way. Still mentions the 'G' word, but obliquely, and I can't mind it here.

It's vastly humid here, and that's all I can think about. Weighing heavily on every inch of my skin, even my mind feels trapped under a blanket of obsession. We've done well thus far this summer to not turn on the air conditioning, which never does too well in this old house, though I'm glad that we have the option. I'm just hoping to make it through the night, because right now, even the promise of less humid air is not enough to convince me to drag my sweaty body all through the house, shutting all the open windows, waiting for the cool to kick in. . .