Everything inside the apartment had been too hot, including her temper. She needed to cool and calm herself down. Winter was coming but that wouldn’t be cold enough.
She walked around in a fiery daze. She knew she was angry but she could no longer remember why. Nor could she pinpoint from where her heat was emanating. She stopped and looked at the bicyclist who was passing her by, who in turn was staring at something across the street.
It was all wrapped up in shadows and light. The coldness fighting the fire within. She could feel it all. She stood rooted in that spot for a 13 hours and then she was able to go home and embrace the heat.