Three days before the Summer Solstice
Three days before the Summer SolsticeThe summer heat trickles down my back as a bead of sweat. I guess technically I can use my magic to stop it, but in a way, I welcome the oppressive humidity. I always imagined that this close to the ocean it could never feel this warm and moist, but tonight the wind is strangely absent.
I push the rocking chair on the front porch with my toe, losing track of how many times I"ve done it now. The floorboards creak in protest, but I ignore them. They"ve lasted years as part of the house, they can manage a little longer.
I stare out at the street in front of me, but nothing is happening, not at this time of the night. Everyone is asleep, dreaming of a more peaceful time. I should be too.
I left the guys asleep in my
