Austin, TX

It's raining in Austin. Despite the sky's efforts to cut through the heat, the final result is more in line with a hot sigh, heaved after a summer afternoon spent moving furniture. Wet and thick, the air urges me to pedal slower as beads of perspiration form on my reddening cheeks.

The coffee shops proves to be a bit drier with the same weight to the atmosphere, keyboard cackle with business transactions and love affairs, the desperation and narcissism of social networking all fueled through over-caffeinated fingertips. I am a zombie amidst the productive mid-twenties crowd. Though in season, I still feel out of place.