I can taste it. I can almost smell the musky heat, swirling with the sweet scent of Chanel's Platinum Egoiste. Looking out the window, the night sky hangs over the island like a blanket of black velvet. It's been a while since I've seen the scorpion in the sky. She rules the summer night.
Time is such a strange thing.
It feels like another life that I've shed and left behind. This time, it's different. This summer, things are different. I'm in love now. Too much, almost.