Oftentimes, the air, here in my home state of Kentucky, makes the sky different. While a Texan sky is a canopy, a summer Kentucky sky is a wet, warm blanket. The moisture creates a sort of dulling, obscuring mist that settles around everything. The sky no longer seems majestic, a strong still blue hovering above me; rather, it's a moist weight tucked in around reality. Although there is some comfort in being wrapped up, the heat is quickly stifling.
And mostly my mom does not run the air conditioning. I get very sweaty.
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