Literature
Cid Loves The Summer Heat
Cid was squatted off from the center of the arena, arms draped over his knees as he chewed a wad of gum. Ever since his debut, he'd always done this. He arrived twenty minutes early, and waited for his opponent in the ring. He was enjoying it, as always.
With a glance up, the off kilter summer sun, coupled with the cloudless sky, beat right down on him. The summer sun always felt like a comfortable weight when it came down on him. It felt so good being so warm.
The wind was nice. It came by every so often, whipping his thin shirt back and forth from where it was sitting perched on his shoulders. That was another thing he did, every year. He