During hot summer days, I sweat while thinking. Sweating is something I do not like.
I am sometimes dull because it is not the first when I am writing about the weather. Still, when I do not know what to write, I try to write about something that appears in my mind. I wrote this text on the 8th of July, 2021. After coming back from Riga, I must admit that there was a heatwave hanging above the capital of Poland.
During hot days I sweat not only during walking. The truth is that I am sweating almost every time. I suppose that I know why I do not have an idea of what to write. It is because I feel that my organism is trying to save energy by not thinking. It is also the time when I did not go for photo-walk for two days in a row. I am too exhausted after coming back from such walks. The truth is that I must take a rest sometimes.
I hoped taking freezing showers would help me in managing sweltering heat.
Perhaps, to some degree, it helped me, but I feel that I am still helpless towards heatwaves in Poland. I suppose that I must intimately accept that I am powerless towards heat. There is nothing I can do with this issue. I must admit this fact. I write this post, and I feel that I cannot entirely focus on this intellectual activity. Undoubtedly, after writing, I will go and take a freezing shower. It is one of the best ways to cope with heat waves besides air conditioning that I do not have in my house in Warsaw.
Thus, sweating during June and July is something that I have used to. I am only human, and while I want to find universal truth deep in my mind, heart, and soul, I must also remember that my body and flesh are not a perfect place to live. Still, I love myself, including my imperfect, sweating body.
