Tonight I can smell the season the way it’s usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you’re used to it, when you’ve forgotten its smell, then there it is...

Did you finish yours, Kota?””Working on it now, Actually.””How’s it going?”He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. “I don’t know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?”My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his...