It doesn't feel like summer. I find myself doing homework in coffeeshops and staring out the window at the grey damp days. I take breaks to write haikus about how fat the raindrops are. I still pack my raincoat with me everywhere I go, gazing distrustfully at the sky through my barely tinted sunglasses.
I don't really mind, though. I'm just happy. I'm sure the beach is in my future. Perhaps "God" is simply trying to help me do my homework.