Heat fills the room,
Almost visibly,
Passing through every item
On its way. Changing
Their core being,
Inducing lethargy.
The open window
Is not sufficient
In this strange city,
Making one long for
Treelines in the distance
Instead of vehicles
That keep zoming past.
I like how the words for this prompt made for a longing of somewhere other than the city, especially during this time.