Sun sun sun sun sun! SUN

Ha, you can tell I'm ecstatically happy about the weather!

I had the most wonderful day yesterday. Had the day off work, biked to Leith and back. Hardly anyone seems as amazed at this as I was though.

I wandered into my room at around midnight last night, and the moment I stepped through my door I felt like it was summer again, down from the very deepest part of me all the way to my toes! I miss summer incredibly--this summer will be the summer to rule over every summer that has ever come to pass though!

Damn procrastinating. I was supposed to read The Catcher in the Rye this weekend.

Left it at school.

Silly of me, that.

I ought to try some writing exercise though and make like I'm at least attempting to do homework. ---

Izzi is shining his light. Is it bright? If it's within sight, night is hid. His light isn't timid, it isn't insipid, it isn't dim--it fights with night, twisting its shining fists, hitting it. Igniting its midnight mist. Grinding it till its finish, till twilight visits. Is this pitch? With his light shining, it isn't.

I wish I might sight his striking light. Sighing, Izzi insists his light will blind. Still, I wish I might.

Hiking his rigging, tipping his lid, Izzi sticks his light in this big bin. Izzi thinks, in hindsight, hiding his light in sight will bring ill things. Izzi is right.

Izzi isn't in sight. I'm still with his light. Sitting in this big bin with it. I wish...

I wish...

Hm? Is it night? It isn't, is it?

Is it?

Shit.

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And there you have it! Ha that was fun :D