But right now we're in the grey washy humid mode: too warm for just the window fan, too cool for the AC; too warm with covers on, too dank with them off; and the house smelling of the basement's mold that creeps up the vents. This too is Ghost Tide weather; the Ghost of Augusts Past crowd my livingroom: the Saiyuki one of 2000, the Barnes and Scott one of 2001, the manga one of 2003, the 100 Demons one of 2006, and all the Japanese ones I described in this story, even if I wrote that one in June-- happily for the most part but a little bittersweet still.
Soulless
Changeless
Heartless
Timeless
Kirin no Tsubasa
Ode to London
Broken Homes
Sleight of Hand
Don't, Mr Disraeli
Moon Called
