log #5 - summerhater
It's been a while.
Last Monday, I saw a dead seagull for the first time. During a hurried walk to an event my colleagues and I were 'late for', a rigid seagull lay on the city concrete on it's back. With no signs of fatal injury, I assume its soul left mid flight.
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Summer is my second least favourite season after Spring. Everything is so bright, loud, itchy and sweaty. The night is so brief, I miss its comfort.