The initial memories I have of the city are all credited to its heat. My first response to the hot, humid spells of the climate was an impulsive haircut. Those long strands once reaching my waist no longer belonged there. It was the language barrier which caused me so much loss, since I didn't clearly understand the length that the beautician informed me about and I gave a thumbs up. My new hairdo, just barely touching the base of my neck made me feel hideous. Luckily you never had to see that phase because the sad part of the story was the heat which still continued to kill me even after this sacrifice.
Believe me for most of the girls/women these timely haircuts are a huge sacrifice.
I'd always enjoyed the rains. Being under a near constant cover of clouds eventually made me fall in love with the city too.
Now the extremes of weather back home doesn't suit me. The summers being too hot & dry and the winters easily freezing outside.
After your arrival the winters would be the best. Sitting close to you, surrounded by your arms, the warmth was cosily perfect. I'd never feel that much of cold in your presence like you were a different species of a man in a machine constantly controlling his body temperature and radiating some heat as well.
Now it's cold all over again. Even in the summers and especially during the nights.
You are so far away yet the beauty of this love is the moonlight that we share every night.
Wandering around in search of the stars…
Auldrin
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