An Early Deep Summer

Deep summer.
Normally comes in August, that feeling that there is no other season but summer, no spring, no winter, just that timeless feeling of being caught in one season. Swimming in a lake rather than swept down spring streams and autumn islands.
Seems to have come early this year, as soon as waking in the morning, that metallic caress of heat, that bright light pushing through the curtains, the lethargy of afternoons sat in the sun and longing for shade, but not being bothered to move.
Having said that there was a sea fog last night. We took a walk on the beach at twilight, the horizon and sea obscured by a grey / white bank of nothing, the tops of buildings lifting into threads of white, licking at concrete, worrying windows.
Stood on the bandstand for a while, watched the fires lit on the stones, the street lamps coming on, and Brighton, behind us, pulsing like the arteries of some strange heart.
When I woke up this morning, the outside seemed different, the light brighter and clearer, fresher. I thought it felt autumnal, but when I slipped out onto her balcony to have a cigarette, no... the heat was more enveloping than ever. Summer-possessed, even in the night, the body still remembers heat, metal-touched, a languid sinking, a falling and a longing to slip under the surface and breathe underwater.
Fragments and dreams. A haunted house with a hidden second stairway, the trees growing too close to the windows of the house. Shade-haunted rooms hiding ghosts and dark histories.
Off to sign on again tomorrow. I am looking forward to the walk back, for the inevitable break in Hove Cemetery, and lying under those trees by the silent railway line.
July tomorrow? Already?
But it seems like summer is forever, stretching on without ending. Time-lost yet ticking on.
Back home now.
There are footsteps in this house of bedsits, and their echoes taste of dust and afternoons spent drowsing in Meditterenean houses.
The sea lapping shores, the seagull-calls.
Even the cars passing by on the road below sound like tides.