"I have looked upon all the Universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me."
H.P. Lovecraft
'The Call of Cthulhu'
July comes in wet, hot, tropical rainstorms. Grey afternoon skies. Whiskey and spices. Banana leaves and old book smells. Deep polished mahogany and crystals. This mermaid life, this jungle life. Vanilla, tobacco and sweet musk. Sandalwood and rum. Moody skies and electric air. Gold glitter on my skin. Perfume and sweat.
