It’s the middle of summer. August 1st.

I’m sitting behind my desk, watching raindrops slide down the windowpane. The rhythmic patter of the rain echoes into the distance. It feels soothing. Grounding, almost. The warmth has faded from the air, but summer still lingers. I can sense it. I can smell it. Freshly cut grass outside the apartment building. Sunscreen on my arms, just in case the sun decides to show. Cold brew beading sweat onto the paper beneath.

A mix of scents that reminds me of the warm months.
A mix that reminds me of him.