Indoors listening to long, persistent sighs,
Cool breeze brushes goose eggs over my canvas.
Stepping outdoors into the tanning spa,
A layer of moisture shrouds the canvas.
Under the sunlight, a fire stoked within
Rising to drip clear lava from my canvas.
I brush my canvas, begging for a breeze,
Can’t feel it and am forced to dive within.
Into the Arctic, I stand on solid ice,
Feeling shivers rise up within my body.
I stare into the sunlight shining down,
Letting all feelings unite and balance.
At dVerse, we were encouraged to write about temperature. Listening to my vents sing inspired me to write about my battle with Summer’s heat. Sometimes imagination wins over reality.
Astrid's Words 
I like the description of the outdoors as a tanning spa. When I was in Arizona in the summer I thought of it as a sauna.
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Sauna! That’s the word I was looking for! On the tip of my tongue, turned it into a tanning spa!
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This gave ME goosebumps:
“Cool breeze brushes goose eggs over my canvas.”
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Hmmmm isn’t there some phrase or title like “the body electric”???? For some reason that phrase comes to mind here. My body, the canvas upon which my experiences are etched…loving the goosebumps to a tanning bed to the Arctic cool. Great movement achieved here as the body seeks to adjust to temperatures.
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Thank you, Lillian. I couldn’t think of the struggle as anything but adventure.
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I am seeing the canvass as your skin, if I understand your focus. This is excellent writing Astrid, I enjoyed it very much!
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Thank you. I imagined the body as the canvas to capture its beauty as a whole.
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