Tuesday, August 09, 2005

In the gloaming. . .

Went out for a latish walk, and it was actually Not Hot. While I walked, the stars and the fireflies came out, and I could smell barbecue and sliced watermelon and freshly-mown grass. But when the wind blew the right way, I could hear the marching band practicing at the high school; football season's right around the corner. This morning was cool and damp, and foggy around Town Lake. It'll be hot for a good long while yet, but I can feel the season turning.

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