Sleepin’ under the stars


At a certain temperature, the fan doesn’t do anything but blow hot air. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining! At least I have a fan.

So far this year, hot season hasn’t been as intense as I remember (we can either thank global climate change or I’m adapting….you tell me), but alas the time has finally come. After tossing around in a fit of misery, I eventually fall asleep only to wake up because I’ve sweat the bed – an unpleasant and unavoidable phenomenon that happens when you sleep under a tin roof that transfixes houses into ovens.

My alternative, however, is bliss. I sleep outside, tucked in my hammock, under the stars.