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Most days, the sun is out. It warms the backs of their necks, dries their laundry. Sudden, intense storms are also commonplace, and she's learnt to predict their exact moment of arrival.
The weather is pleasant. But it's the same, year round. Maybe an expert would notice some subtle change in humidity, or in air pressure. But she's not an expert. And the weather stays the same.
She still counts the days as they pass, scratching out an internal tally. She knows the exact number of hours that have passed since she hugged Rachel goodbye.
If it wasn't for the counting, she wouldn't even know that it's summer.