Near midnight, June 30. North Carolina. We've been dry two weeks. Hot as all hell. But I have just now let the dog out, just now let her back in, and just now cranked the windows open here at 27401, where it is almost surely in the lower 70s, if not the upper 60s. Something lovely has busted wide open. The Toad sleeps. Not for long, but the Toad sleeps. The dog eats. The crickets—it's too cool for the cicadas, apparently—the crickets go.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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