Marcel Winatschek

Finally, The Sun

The long dark finally broke. Blue sky all day, actual warmth, women in light clothes out doing their shopping—the city remembered itself after months of gray nothing. I want a real summer though, not just this. A proper heatwave. Bare-chested football in the park like 1999, which remains the best summer on record. Hot rain at 10pm that soaks you in thirty seconds. Come on.