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Strange night. The air is almost swimmable, thick and densely humid, and the sky has been very odd all day--at a quarter to ten, it's still not quite dark, and lividly discolored, bruised-looking. There are violent storms off to the west, which will probably arrive here in the small hours, but anyone even dimly attuned to weather would have been able to feel them coming on all day. Someone is setting off firecrackers nearby, down the alley, and the explosions amp up the sense of vague menace and foreboding.

It always seems wildly unfair to me that after June 21--by which time summer seems to have only just settled in--the days start getting shorter. (This is turn-about payback for the consolation I derive in early January that at least the days are getting longer, though the deepest cold is still ahead.) In about five minutes it'll be the 4th of July, and after that it's just a long slow slide back down to autumn.

*sigh*

In other news, I did a little fribbly thing for the "Documents" dS flashfiction challenge, which let me indulge in rampant Mary-Sueism and generally have some innocent fun with college-kid RayK. I have a metric ton of feedback I need to write and send for various fine things that have been posted here and there lately, notably kormantic's marvellous suite of RayV pieces, but ... oh god, so humid, so thick, so heavy. I think all I can do tonight is sponge off and then collapse onto my bed, all fans running, and hope the thunder wakes me up in time to close windows before the rain hammers down.