Body heat. You can feel it seeping through the cracks in the door, filling the room where I sit. A large crowd is gathered just beyond that wall; unbothered by Florida’s summer temperatures.
January after January, I’ve seen people on Instagram post that it’s their #PurposeYear, #YearofIntention, or something similar.
It’s 10:15 am Sunday morning. I can tell Florida is serving up some unseasonably cooler weather because the wind is howling against my bedroom window.