I always thought of June being an equivalent of Friday. You know Saturday (July) is coming and you know it’s gonna be great. It almost never is. It’s just a mediocre day when you’re doing nothing smart with yourself and you’re always more excited waiting for it to come then you are when it actually arrives. As with most things in life. But you still love it. Then comes Sunday (August). It’s still a weekend but you know what’s coming tomorrow and you hate it. Well, Monday is here. And this is how it looks like in my hometown.
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