I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
There is no respite from the heat in June in New Orleans. There is no moment in the day when breathing becomes easier, and skin stops feeling sticky. Showering only makes a difference as water hits skin. I can't imagine how people get anything done here, and my respect for the resilience and spirit of locals grows when I imagine the challenges they face and overcome, all while blanketed by a lingering heat and pervasive humidity that feels as if the very trees and houses and cars are sweating.