The summer heat has melted the cat. She no longer cares when the mouse runs over her tail.
The summer light fades and the bars fill up with guys in fancy t-shirts. The ladies stroll the sidewalk, arm in arm with their friends, filling the evening air with laughter and secrets. The sap is running hot.
Two people who have hated and chased and have followed each other for so long that they have long ago forgotten why, have once again they cross paths under the old dirty streets of the city’s industrial past.
Summertime. The heat grows while the client world becomes a bit quite. Summer is the time let go. It is the time to try something new. Summertime, time to go out and play. Summertime, lets create a story or two.