As I stepped off of the train this evening and headed down the stairs, "Two Brothers" (the Ali Olmo version featured in The American Adventure at EPCOT) was playing on my iPod. As I exited the station, I could see the full moon, haloed by 2 distinct rings of color, giving both a face and a name, as it were, to the humidity hanging in the air.
As I crossed the street, I was hit by a warm, damp wind, and instantly I thought of Florida. I thought of the nights when, after working a later shift at Universal, I would sit on the sidewalk outside of the entrance to wardrobe, and I would wait for my parents to pick me up. It's nights like this when I miss the comfort of a ceiling fan, of central air, of a car. It's nights like this when the actual temperature is 87, and the "feels like" temperature is 96 (yes, at midnight) that I miss summer's daily 3pm rainstorm in Orlando.
As I walked home from the train, I thought I was getting a blister on my left foot, right under my middle toes. I've been wearing flip flops (6 or 7 pairs in various colors, of the same exact walmart flip flops) since March, so a blister just NOW showing up felt very odd. I got home, went to the bathroom, and while I was sitting on the toilet, I slid my shoes off, only to find that I could see the floor of the bathroom through my left shoe. Yes, I've worn a hole through one of my flip flops.