Summer, it seems, is only able to gain its meaning after a period of a few uncomfortable days in which my brain thinks that I’m just on an extended weekend, always worried about nonexistent homework and having to wake up at unnatural times in the morning just to be able to get ready in time for the bus. Once the week after school ends is over, it’s… it’s a weird feeling to explain. It’s like your mind is suspended in a void where there’s a never-ending procession of summer days and it’s always going to be warm weather with almost nothing to do all day. It’s a hard void to get out of.
Speaking of summer, the boy’s woken up. He went outside today, not staying out on the porch that long under complaints that it was “too bright” even though the sky was quite cloudy and dim. I almost got to talk to him today.