May 30, 2007

Stick a needle..........

The air blows in from Georgia. My eyes tear, sting, and itch. It is hard to breathe. I lay in bed wheezing, sleep will not visit me.

The air from Georgia makes it hard to see clearly. It reaches into my body and scratches its way back out, leaving sharp scars that never heal.

I long for more.
Pain in me.

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"Why Georgia, Why" - Van Gogh Knew

(The smoke drifting in from the fires in the Okefenokee and Florida is also very irritating)

10 comments:

Pam said...

OUCH-y!!

Yeah, not much good blows in from Georgia on a good day, much less now.

I hear the air is really clear up in Canada though ;-).

Peacechick Mary said...

Ohhhh, I know. It is rough. I feel so bad for everyone who has to endure that. It's really a medical problem for some. I could see the people in Ga looked so haggard and worn down with this thing. Rain! We need rain desperately.

Hill said...

When I lived in Houston, every Spring we would have WEEKS of smoky skies as a result of the prevailing winds blowing in the smoke from the yearly crop burnings in Mexico.
It was hell, so I DO sympathize with you.
Sux.

Nancy said...

It's freezing here today. I needed to put a jacket on. I guess there is no prefect place, right?


Love you my friend!
XOXOXOXOX

azgoddess said...

sorry to hear...van gogh is my fav crazy artist...stary stary night...ahhh

angry ballerina said...

I miss Georgia....A lot.....fuck....

Nancy said...

Left you a comment over at my place... have a great day!
xoxoxox

Blueberry said...

Ugh! Does air conditioning provide any relief? Goggles?

We've got extra rain. Wish i could send it over there.

BBC said...

Georgia.

The bible belt..

Never mind...

DCup said...

I was going to leave a comment on the lurker post, but since it was older and I can totally relate to this post on the nasty air from Georgia, I thought I'd delurk here.

So hi. Sorry for the bad air. It's worse when we've all eaten pinto beans for supper.

Lovely - first time in and I'm making fart jokes. Back to lurking.