Deer have been visiting by night again. I hear them but never see them. The sound of their hooves on the pavement makes a nice break to the monotony of cicadas buzzing.
Very late tonight the waning crescent moon will rise, two percent of the orb illuminated. I won't get to see it because dawn will come before it clears the trees.
Ants plague the back porch. The smell of formic acid rises as I step on the horde. Why have I no feral anteater?
When the heat ends my brain might come back on.