The heat lingered well into the night yesterday. We decamped outside and stayed under a starry night well past midnight. Which is how I got to take a picture of the mountain when the day was less than one hour old.
Winds are picking up out there, shredding the heat, rustling the leaves, blowing wasps off their course, and stirring up a commotion among the crows. Somewhere, a street over, the whine of saws and leaf blowers. Life is returning to normal after the heat in the suburbs, illuminated too by the wind-laundered sunshine. All of which means that it’s likely to be too cold for after-midnight meanderings under the stars again.