They give you déjà vu.
The sentence pulled me into the future.
I, the inconsequential vector of flesh.
True love is boring. Happiness is boring, too. The flip side is that unstable and melancholic months (or years) might be some of the best of your life in terms of thrills and self-development.
Summer days at the equator of Mars get hot, but never too hot. It was like heaven, that weather.