A walk took me through the neighborhood, up and down the main street and the cul-de-sacs, my new home route: longer, as befits my schedule, and slower, as befits my joints.
Which gave me more time to ponder the grand equation, one seldom acknowledged but always there, somewhat akin to Newton's Third Law — "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction" with a touch of Ecclesiastes — "to everything there is a season."
In other words, there's a built-in leveler that sees to it that we are paid back for sweltering humidity with perfect days like these.