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- May 28, 2021 Summer heat approaches the swamp. Soon it will be a steaming, thick bit of atmosphere, rich in those semisweet earthy smells that build up in the muck and are released into the air when the foliage rots at the muddy layer of wetlands. Cicadas might sing, but the mosquitoes and horse flies are of what you need to be more cautious . The air feels hotter and wetter than before, and sweat is brought to the skin to meet the air’s moisture. Trees block the breese, but thankfully the sun is stopped as well. Still, it feels like a greenhouse. Next time I go out there, I suspect it will feel like more of a swim in hot soup than a walk. The hardest part will be the areas with no canopy on the way home…even with a breeze, the sun will immolate those who try to endure the great yellow sky-face. #manthing #comicpanel #swampwalk #classiccomics #comicpanel #fire #fear #fwoosh View on Instagram https://instagr.am/p/CPbn_sDAL5U/
