Laying in bed in an old worn out t-shirt. It has gone from zero to hot overnight. The window is open with a curious cat sitting in it, a predictor of where his favourite spot will be for the rest of this short lived summer.
There is almost no breeze. It barely even has the strength to push through my heavy curtains. I had forgotten how nice it was to hear the hum of the outside world, to feel the presence of life around me in the form of white noise. It crescendos only once in a while with a police siren echoing through the downtown buildings, or with a car rushing by pushing the atmosphere out of its way at 50 km/h.
God I wish there was a breeze right now. I am laying perfectly still so that I might feel even the slightest of one if it did come… but it does not.
The smell of the fresh spring air will work as a sleeping gas for me tonight and will put me out with a slight grin on my face because I know I will dream of the summer that lies ahead.
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