Fall cannot come soon enough.
I suppose since the summer hasn't killed me, it's made me stronger, but enough is enough already.
I'm moving to Iceland.
Or, you know, somewhere North where they have seasons other than Hot and Hot+Humid.
I dream of a land with no palm trees, where the leaves change colour and your breath hangs crystalline in the winter air.
I am a bird that wants to migrate in the opposite direction.
nearly there
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