Ecstasy

There were a lot of people in the room. It was really hot, the kind of moist heat that comes from people in a close place breathing.

There was a sliding door and the breeze flowing through was delicious. I walked over to it and felt the relief bathing me. My wife looked back to see me with my hands raised and an rapturous look on my face. She did a double take. I'm not known for raising my hands in a church service.

But I was, hands high above my head, not because I was lost in the singing. I was just airing out my pits. It was ecstasy!