Summer in the city. That's a season itself. Melting asphalt, concrete absorbing the heat and radiating it back, cars - mobile factories of fumes and noise, every bench in the shadow occupied, hot heaving air bringing smell of decomposing garbage. It will sound weird from a person who dreams of a countryside house and barely stands 27 Celsius grade temperatures, but I missed it. I missed this horrible, hallucinogenic, hard to bear time of a year, when your skin and bones are absorbing steaming city.
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