27's my birthday number. The number of my age is irrelevant, but I'm older than T and younger than E, with or without glory, innocent or otherwise.
Someone unscrupulous seems to have removed the seasons from my city. Today is meant to be Winter, or at least Autumn. Instead all I'm given is a perpetual summer, with all it's featureless sky and searing heat. Rain! Sleet! Snow! Cyclone! Anything! Please...
And I haven't written anything in so long... |