― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Is it ok to know that It won't last past Summer and yet be content with the looming expiration date? I don't know about Summer heat, but I am certainly glad the Harmattan heat has long been over. It was a sweetly sick kind of heat. The kind that disturbed me in a rather PG-rated way. So, this Summer when things get disturbed will you be looking for love or lust?