Hot Night

Although the air outside cools down most nights, and has tonight, the house is like a heat sink. I lean back in my chair to catch a bit of breeze from the open window. The night is still, and very little air enters the room. I could put a fan in the window, but I don't like the noise. It would drown out the song of the crickets. A bit of heat won't hurt me, in any case. There were years in Los Angeles when I lived among dense houses and pavements rather than pines and orchards, and the heat was much more intense than this.
( This way to the nostalgia )

Spring Out

Last night, the sky was powdered with pale cirrus clouds drifting slowly across the stars. They lingered through this cooler day, and I watch them float above the rippling light that plays over the oak trees in the afternoon breeze. The last day of spring turned out to be a spring day, after all; something to remember when summer's enervating dog days come around.