August 22, 2010: Sitting on my deck
A humid, balmy, late afternoon with ever so slight a breeze to brush past damp skin and hair. Clouds pinkish underneath and the cicada drowning out the noise from the street below. In the distance the sounds of a street basketball game—thump, thump, boys voices shouting, thump, thump. Air conditioners on the houses below cycling on and off in a chorus of hums.
Summer! How I love summer.