You know it's summer when you start to get sweaty in areas that were dry. Dampness. Everywhere. You find yourself blotting every 2 hours and the dread of wanting to go to the shower transpires. On a brighter side, it's more fun to work out. You see sweat right away. You feel the metabolism working if that's even possible. The breeze starts to reek of sea salt and sand and algae. Then one by one you begin to shed away from layers of clothing that you considered as blanket. But I hate summer. If only I have a permission to negate it.