Most of the time, the elements outside serve as inspiration as they make the world a more interesting residence with beautiful autumn leaves, crisp snow, and powerful thunderstorms. Sometimes, the weather proves its own foul nature by throwing a wrench into the works. Friends, that wrench is known most commonly as HUMIDITY.
It always happens on a day when she feels most beautiful, most in control of her body. She's added an extra 10 minutes to the "get-your-ass-ready-for-work" routine and therefore is done up in a most confident way. Make-up is just right and not too cakey - the hair is lying flawlessly in its subtle yet somewhat mussed position - and the ensemble is appropriately pressed.
Once stepping outside, she feels instantaneous disappointment fog her as the wet swampy heat descends. It is as if a curtain of steam has enveloped her and her coif weakens, goes limp; her eyes leak; and her pants go from crisp to a crinkled heap in seconds. A glossy, moist look takes over her visage and it is as if she spent her extra 10 rolling around like a dog in the damp grass. It literally appears as if she's sponged herself over or mashed her face into the 18th green before 8 am.
These days never come when expected, as in July or August. Rather, they come on like a kamikaze attack on a random day in October or March, without so much as the comforting warning of a thunderstorm to clear the path.
And all day, the disappointment wears down her face like a soggy cotton ball and she feels strung out and wrung up like a spongy washcloth. Ultimately on these chafing days, she feels most like a woman who put herself together for work in a gas station restroom.
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