Hot. That is the weather today.
Cold. In another month or a few days, it will go away.
Hot. How I like my coffee in the white mug.
Cold. What comes with the chills and a bug.
Hot. The muscular guy and his tight jeans.
Cold. Inhospitable or freezing is what it means.
Hot. The flashes, oh the flashes.
Cold. What might feel good on skin rashes.
Hot. The flames of a summer’s campfire.
Cold. A shower to squelch desire.
Hot. Steaming chicken noodle soup.
Cold. Eating ice cream with a frosty group.
Hot. Red lipstick, four-inch heels.
Cold. The engine of those long-gone wheels.
Hot. The sultry water of a winter’s shower.
Cold. Are the hands of too much power.
Hot. The writing of Linda G. Hill.
Cold. Liquid taken with an Excedrin pill.
Hot. What I’ll be with all those bonus points.
Cold. It does no good for achy joints.
Hot. The sun in all of its glory.
Cold. A rambling, too-long story.
Hot. Balmy, tropical, peppery strong
Cold. To end this post without would be wrong.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is a hot commodity from the mind of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with a prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or makes you paddle for more.