Something else odd is that the gardenia has put out another set of blossoms. This is the first time I've known it to bloom a second time, and that is has happened so late in summer is quite surprising. The scent blowing in my window on the cool breeze is pleasant, however out of place it seems when the oaks are already dropping their leaves.
It didn't get hot today, but only pleasingly balmy. The storm left some coolness behind, and I was able to leave the windows open almost all day. They'll have to be closed soon, but right now I'm enjoying the gardenia's scent as I watch the silhouettes of the pines across the street while the sky darkens around them.
English people will murder one another on television tonight, at nine o'clock. I hope I can stay awake long enough to watch it all the way through. I hate watching most of a mystery and then falling asleep before I find out who the murderer was.
The air outside seems to have fallen completely still. I can't smell the gardenias. I think I'll go outside to watch what remains of the dusk.