The warm weather serves to remind me that all is fleeting. Memories. Meandering random streets, shorts, dresses, sweet smoke mixing with the afternoon sun. It is melancholy, but not desperate. You always feel so content and ponderous during it, afterwards it's just gone, it was always fleeting. You always knew it was, accepting that it will go, not thinking about it, just thinking about the people, warm and laughing, basking in collective contentment. Perhaps it is relentless, but it is hazy and we accept that. We accept what we love and what we hate and what we just can't fathom. I am sure today was to today but will tomorrow be tomorrow or will it be today? I truly enjoyed the day that was today and soon to be tomorrow and I really did enjoy my third McDonalds meal of the year.