The soft melody of the unknown violinist occurred once more today.
I sat on my balcony and listened,
hoping again their parents were strict,
and would force them to practice for hours.

A very peculiar looking moth fluttered past and landed on
my mom's flowers.
It was black with white criss crossing patterns
and had one of those long things
sticking from its mouth(a proboscis).
It feasted on flower nectar and looked quite content,
then floated away into the sky.
"Inertia oozed like molasses through Elaine's limbs.
That's what it must feel like to have malaria, she thought"
this heat is smothering
-but in the good way.