Muggy Intentions

The air clung like a sweat soaked tee to her skin.

It was pre-dawn, but she couldn’t tell for the heat.

The sun’s rays didn’t escape over night,

No cool breeze, only stillness mugged her.

Yet she pushed into the twilight, seeing the full moon behind the haze.

As the sun lit up the distant sky, the birds began their morning songs.

Still, she felt weighed down, as though she were walking through a swamp.

Soon, the plodding would be over though.

She picked up her steps as she rounded for home,

Where the cooling relief of AC waited.

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