It might get noisy here today, with the paving job going on. That road is only about 400 feet from my window. There will probably be trucks backing up and making that high pitched beeep beeep beeep noise. I don't think there will be jackhammers this time, though. If the noise wakes me up, and the day is as hot as I expect, it might be difficult to get back to sleep. I'll be all punchy and grumpy. Then more of the same tomorrow.
Pale rose sky in the east already. Make it stop!
My recent speculation that the second half of summer would be mild has thus far proven unfounded. Today, the angry sun baked the fields and made the pine woods sweat resin, the scent of which is hanging in the still air even now. Worse, tonight is not expected to cool down below the mid sixties. Even worse, this pattern will continue for several more days. I shall spend my nights in as much darkness as possible, wearing only the thinnest of clothes. I shall spend my days in restless and soggy sleep, next to the tangled blanket I've pushed aside.
I heard the sound of kids whooping and squealing, some few hundred yards west. I remember doing that on long ago summer evenings as sultry as this. I remember the hot gray pavement under my feet, and the pools of dim light dropping from the street lamps, and the voices vanishing in the pressing sky. It was always fun for a while, and then it always made me sad, and I never knew why. I still don't.