A Scorcher Begins

I'm just back from a walk through the rapidly warming morning. It isn't a scorcher yet, but it has every intention of becoming one. Checking the forecast now: ah yes, a high of 96. That's why I met so many dog-walkers and early runners. 

There's a feel to the air in a morning that's moving toward high temps but has not achieved them. It's the last vestiges of cool lingering in the shadows and the dips in the road. It's the cicadas gearing up for a raucous recital. 

It's the summer, full bore, and those of us who don't mind the heat, who thrive on the long light, are reveling in it.