It feels a bit muggy out there and it’s not just the weather, although the air is heavy, but there’s everything else too. The street, some conversations and also Tiktok. I mean every time I open TikTok, it’s another video, another so-called new evidence of the evil that went on Epstein Island. Names that should by now be buried in court documents still walking free, breathing easy and untouched. It just makes my stomach turn and makes my scrolling experience feel like I swallowed something rotten. Even my thoughts feel damp around the edges.
One thing with muggy days is that you never know they’re coming. They just creep in on you because one minute you’re fine, the next you’re restless, sweating lightly, and irritated for reasons you can’t fully name. The sky here has started looking undecided, no more predictability. And suddenly, existing feels like one hell of an effort.
Life has just been so thick lately and it feels like moving through it requires more energy than usual. More like emotions aren’t evaporating the way they should. Everything just hangs.
I notice it in the little things. How I open windows, literal and metaphorical, hoping for relief, for a breeze, just for something to shift. But sometimes, most of the time, the air just stays put, heavy and unmoved.
I hate when it’s muggy out there. There’s just so much honesty about the muggy weather because it doesn’t care to pretend to be pleasant. Neither does it offer crispness or clarity. It simply just shows up and exists, forcing you to exhale and accept that yup, today won’t feel light at all.
Well, not every day is meant to be breathable. Some days are just thick with feeling, and it may not always mean a storm is coming, sometimes it is you just being alive and inside a body that notices things.
So yes, it feels a bit muggy out there. In the sky, in the world, in me. And for now, I’ll wipe my brow, take it slow, and trust that eventually, inevitably, the air will move again.
My response to the Freewriters daily prompt
