Hawt

I hate talking about the weather yet I can't stop writing about it.
Is it part of life's obnoxious duality? The thing you despise is the thing that obsesses you?
These are things that I don't like but yet which fascinate me: bright blue sky (translates into a hot day), and a metal utility pole next to a traffic signal (cars, driving, roads). You have nature, engineering, and art, wrapped up in a messy, sunshiny image.
I don't know what it means. I just know that I can't stop looking.