“Summer came, cruel and hot, with the demeanor of a stranger on an east-bound train. It shook gravel from my boots and cursed the nights for being short-lived. Such strangers seemed to vilify the ignorance of young love, but pay no mind to the decorously assembled belongings at my feet. Summer came at me with movies, cigarettes, wan moons and glorious suns. Summer brought me heaven, and Fall left me with heartache.”
— (my paragraph to begin the novel my best friend and I are co-writing) (via heavycrossed)
