Uriel walked down the stairs yawning, the early morning already having passed by the settlement, and the drizzle of early afternoon having begun.
It was cold, but warmer than usual, and there even seemed to be a few rays of light piercing through the thick, pale clouds perpetually hanging over the settlement.
'Who would've thought I'd ever miss the sun? I also kind of miss winter, now that I think about it.'
The windows of the living room were wide open, the wide door leading to the garden open as well, with Ayah and Enoch deep in the garden, seemingly stretching and talking.
He gave them a glance, then headed to the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea.
As the water boiled, he yawned again.
'Is it even winter I like, or all that comes with it? It feels redundant to separate both, actually.' He hummed. 'Who separates beaches and swims from the summer?'
'I doubt anyone loves the summer just… for the heat? What kind of strange—'
KAH!
