They're getting shorter by the day. As I sit here typing this out, it's 9 pm and the sky's still bright, bright as the 6 am dawn sky.
As the days grow ever longer, and the nights shrink, it's sort of playing around with my mood too. There's this sense that the night, however young, will be too short to savour fully.
Ahh nostalgia is sometimes a wrecking ball for the soul.
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