Sure I'ts nothing new to me, but after so many years in another place you tend to forget what May can be like in the capital.
When I reached here it was hot, but I didn't mind that heat, simply because it felt completely new and different. Everything about this furnace felt new and I couldn't bring myself to hate it.
Since the time I've been here, evenings tend to mellow into a pleasant breeze that isn't cold but pleasant in a light breezy warm way.
Somehow today, that I'm sitting in my room..listening to Nujabes, flinging words in the abyss that I suddenly felt a trickle of sweat steering down my backbone, before disappearing into the fabrics of my cotton clothing skin.
I realized that I'm sorta sweating. There's a bit of moisture on my face, the roots of my hair feel bedewd, and I have a sudden urge to turn on the air conditioning.
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