I love the summer dearly, and hate it with a passion.
The air has certain textures at different points during your typical hot summer day. Sometimes cool and refreshing, at others hot and stifling. At times dry, the taste of dust, hot sun baking your skin, the air deadening every sound, at others wet, sweltering, making your body drip, and sleep an impossibility.
No idea why I am waxing all poetic, I think might have brained my damage with all this unaccustomed traversing of sunlit cityscape.
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