School in August

For some reason, one of my most clear memories of school is sitting near the air conditioning unit when it was hot outside. So many sensory memories still hanging around.

I remember coming in from recess.
Going happily to my desk.
It was late August,
But no matter,
I was the lucky one
Next to the air conditioner
Hanging out the window.

I reached my hands toward the front of the unit,
Feeling the cold air blowing them.
I slipped my feet out of my flip flops
And placed them flat on the cold floor,
Making a contented sigh
As my flesh cooled.

But most of all, the smell.
The indescribable smell
of an air conditioning unit
Running on high.
Deeply I would breathe it in,
The chill of the air and the scent
Mixing in my nose.

Those hot days,
I hated to hear the last bell ring.
Time to go home,
And away from my air conditioned Heaven
In a classroom
In a small country town.

Reviews

[Red68]

This is a development from your previous work Cat, and the reason is you are focussing on the real, the sensory, the felt - I like this tremendous atmosphere of the hot days you evoke, counterpointed with the oh so chill of the A/C Unit - excellent.

[CatT]

Thank you so much for the kind comment! My husband and I have laughed about me writing a poem about air conditioning, but I do loathe to be hot. I'm wrote about something I love. lol Thanks again!