The sting of the sun sets in on the front of my face as soon as I exit the front door. It’s the beginning of February and I recall just two years ago being troubled by a snow storm of a size that menaced our town. It wasn’t a bad storm but the citizens of Paris aren’t accustomed to any unusual weather and as you become an adult and have to deal with the burden of snowfall, snow loses it’s glamour. I still would’ve taken that over this heat. I was ill prepared for the blast of sitting heat as I emerged from the air conditioned inside of my home. Black Sabbath’s Never Say Die album played loudy. I stretched and I yawned and I contemplated the destruction of this entire Earth we call home and about the void waiting to be filled. I went inside and continued to play Skyrim.