ＷＨＥＮ - Mid-August
ＷＨＥＲＥ - What Ales You [Cam's Bar]
ＷＥＡＴＨＥＲ - Summer rain has taken hold of Gambino, there is a welcome break in the heat and a small tease of the impending autumn in the air
there was a distinct difference between summer showers and summer rain. Showers were a tease- you sit there hoping that this will be the storm to ‘break the heat’ and when the humidity crawled far too high to be comfortable you’re silently curse yourself for wishing it upon you. Then there was summer rain. A prolonged drizzle that actually cools a city down- coating the sidewalks with a delicate mirrored reflection interrupted by ripples and drops.
This was what Cam enjoyed. The sound a white noise on the front pane of his windows. It was cool enough for a light sweater and the thought of not necessarily needing to leave the comfort of his home delighted him. So this is exactly what he did. He grabbed his polo knit sweater, olive in color and pulled it over his slight frame.
The cajun gave a begrudging look towards his prosthetic leg, considering it only for a moment before letting a sigh blow between his pursed lips. As much of a pain in the a** it was- on days where he opened before his full staff came in, it was the least strenuous form of assistance. What with all the chairs coming off tables.
It had taken him nearly half an hour to meander his way down from his apartment and set to turning on the bare minimum lights to help him see with his tasks. The chain of rustic lightbulbs strung throughout the bar being his main source. And then he set to sweeping- unlocking the door to push the minimal dirt onto the rain soaked pedestrian street.
He then set to more menial tasks- setting the radio to some light classical as he went about the tasks of opening up leisurely. He still had two and a half hours to go- might as well enjoy himself.
Chrystali
