There's a very light mist in the air, the kind that glimmers when it catches light, makes the softest hushing sound against the trees if you listen closely for it, touches your skin just enough that you know it's there, and wraps everything in an ethereal haze.
It's a perfect night for Hamlet, microfiber blankets, and warm chocolate cake.
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