She woke up and pushed the curtains away, looked up to the skye. How's the weather today? A light drizzle fell tip tap on the glassed window. The sunlight that had baked the city for more than three weeks had gone, and the world followed suit.
Thousands packed up and rushed to the airport on tuesdat morning, happy to join the queues dreamt by security paranoid officials. She had stayed behind. When are they coming back, she asked. The blue-eyed boy looked at her, confused, not knowing the answer. She went back to bed, closed her eyes and said wake me up when August comes.