It’s summer. My favourite part may possibly be the gathering in parking lots as people decide where to go next before congregating to their respective cars. The cool night air is always refreshing compared to the bustle and chaos of a club, bar, or show as one steps outside.

Colin and Elly are the nicest couple ever. They’re going home in about a week, but hopefully I’ll be able to see them again when I visit Scotland. I had a chance to eat at Nana and Papa’s place with them yesterday, and got a taste of the Scottish hospitality, which just happens to be the best I’ve ever experienced. Nana even heats up the dishes in the oven so that the food stays warm on ones plate. Colin and Elly tell me that the Scottish accents in the commercials here are terribly dirty and unauthentic so I don’t feel so bad about the disgusting Cantonese accents people put in games now.

So I turn on the cold faucet, and the water runs warmer than me.

It’s wonderfully brisk outside this morning, and the fresh cool air has awoken me. The rising sun announces the beginning of another day, but I feel compelled to stay in bed just a little longer.

Presently, Leto passed him and, glancing back, said: “Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year?”

—Duke Leto Atreides, Children Of Dune

The skies here have been dull and whitewashed.