The heat saps my energy and I feel the trickles of sweat down my back. Wearing make up becomes impossible in the summer as moisture forms beads under my fringe and they merge into rivulets to drip from the end my nose. My top lip glistens and I purse my lips to catch the salty taste on my tongue.
I have a constant need to replace the water my body is fixated on losing in it’s efforts to keep me cool. My whole body is sticky and feels unclean. The dust that hung in the air is now attracted to the magnetic force of sweat and my hair, normally full of styling products hangs limply, unable to withstand the onslaught of humidity.
With a rise in temperature comes a rise in temper. Hauling bottles of water upstairs to the kitchen leaves me breathless and irritated. Why don’t they bundle them into four’s instead of sixes. I struggle to heave the weight of water in each hand, but I also need the balance. It’s a difficult choice between two trips or too heavy. My hands are so slippy that it’s difficult to keep hold of the thin cardboard strip that supports the weight of 24 litres.
My brain feels as though it has swelled beyond the capacity of my skull under the oven temperature of the sun and the pressure is making my eyes want to pop out of their sockets. Each beat of my heart sends a throb of blood filled pain to my brow causing me to frown. My breathing becomes shallow as I tense against the agony of a heat induced headache.
I drop one lot of bottles as I fumble for my keys, but they are in the pocket on the other side so I drop the other hands burden. I try and spear the lock but the bunch slips from my greasy fingers and hits the floor. The sun belts it’s unrelenting force against my back as I bend to retrieve them. Come on, come on, I urge them, just work. I need cool now.
This time I manage to open the door but heat hits me from the inside of the house as well. I grab the bottles of water and deposit them somewhere on the floor between the living room and kitchen, and stride straight to the bedroom shedding clothes as I go. It’s little cooler without my thin layer but my anticipation of what’s to come spurs me on. I grab and don my bikini, pick up my towel, slip my feet into my flip flops and head back out into the belting heat.
Cool blue water beckons me like a smooth talking lover and I kick off my footwear, drop the towel and lower myself down into the refreshing blue depths of the pool. As the water washes over my body and my blood temperature descends to normal, the little elephants that were stampeding through my head begin to slow under its caress.
I tip my head back into cool peaceful tranquility and float with closed eyes. I feel the corners of my mouth turn upwards as my smile returns and just in that moment reflect on the pleasure of living in a hot country.