8:18 pm

The grass outside, everything outside, is already dry just hours after that downpour; that's summer for ya. Without saying, I had no trouble finding some wood and in just ten minutes, I already lit up the fire. She's warming herself up by its edge. She should change clothes by the way; there's still mud and blood on it. The scent of burning marshmallows is already running amok everywhere. And not a cloud veils the stars. When was the last time I looked at the stars?