hibryd fuel

every time i feel this cold breeze i miss the hot summer sun.  the pavement melting, the rides with the shaking shadow, the sweat, gluing the cloud dust that crashes with skin...
but it's funny h.... in summer i miss cold winter mornings. with fog rising from the water, hard bones trying to flex your joints, dry snow dust hitting the hat...
and when winter comes i can't say i like it, although i've been waiting for it.
remember me this if i start talking about winter next summer.

by the way b, last summer you've asked me to remember if you started talking about summer in winter
sorry! i forgot it