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CRUEL SUMMER
Jet lag must have been working hard lately. We’re already back in Brussels, but my circadian rhythm isn’t restored yet even after three days of staying inland.
One more week of vacation still awaits me, and I don’t want to spoil any moment wasted. Liam is still at Majia, attending Evans, whom I hope is going to fully recover sooner. I wanted to bring Evans some flower but I can’t even afford the shipping fee, that could cost me my life.
The sun shone so strikingly bright today, bringing radiance to every life being here in our town. Not a sign of impending dark clouds.
Animated kids stroll at the side of the road on their bikes, neighbors mowing their lawns that has been neglected for a while, mothers gossiping about almost everything, and dogs scampering and barking endlessly as if they’ve been trapped inside their kennels for a year.
On the other hand, Kit here has been unusually down today. He looks weary, his verve is at
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