Excuse me while I slip into... the air.
The air seemed heavy enough today to be worn as a cloak, albeit a damp cloak that would have brought little in the way of comfort.
Even the clothes I was wearing took on added weight as the cotton wicked moisture from the air.
The clouds looked equally weighted - their dark, full bellies hanging low to the ground like the udders of cows overdue for milking.
Were we in the colder months of the year, the extreme damp would have sent me in search of extra layers of clothing, but here in the summer months the moisture was a second clinging skin I was anxious to shed.
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