We chose the sun, tickling
our necks as we faced
another day, heads held high,
with a long-remembered warmth encircling,
enveloping,
encouraging us onwards.
We found the heat, massaging
our chests as we perspired
through the thick air, breathing hard,
with a too-familiar determination warming,
warning,
wearing us onwards.
For the dverse prompt : temperature. Can you tell it’s hot here?
Often Mumbled Musings 
Oh…I feel like I’m trudging on a long hike in your words here…dripping….sweating in the sun.
Good write!
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It’s all about the journey isn’t it?
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The last three lines made me wonder how connected are the words “warming”, “warning” and “wearing”. The first two seem very connected.
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I suppose that depends on what’s being warn …
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