September

They say that, Saint Mary passed, you've sh**ted in your hat. Midday it's stil in the thirties, but in the morning is another story. Yesterday it was 15, today 11. At 4 in the morning I'm cold.

And there's the smell. Ink on paper, iron on fresh cotton, french toast at 6 in the morning (is it morning, or still night?).

Too any times using the word "morning". Yes, school is back.