Summer should long be in the season a month ago, but why is the sun shunning her job to drive the dampness away? Short sleeves and hot pants failed to steal a chance to brag their glam, while scarves and coats are reluctant to give up the closet's space and make way for lighter dressings. I am still in the mood of BLUE. Alright, admit it, unlike the ceaseless rain falling everyday, it's getting dry. Who's not, when rainfall is available 24/7. Hey, I want to sun at the patio with my grande latte, and restlessly shuffle my slippers, reading my favourite book, and walk my little pal along the creek side. I want to roll up my sleeves, barbecue the meats under the scorching sun, and gulp down bottles of ice cold wine. A simple list of ultimate wish of things-to-do in summer, lays idle when weather remains unkind and uncompromising.
Here I lay in discontent, under layers of thick quilt, feeling dejected.
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