The sky is a perfect blue today, except in the north, where all the late haze has gathered to become a big clump of cottony white which clings to the slower ridges of the Sierra. Though the heat has barely moderated, there is an afternoon breeze fluttering the mulberry leaves, making the green light flicker. Shadows are having a dance on my floor. I can once again imagine, at least, a cool summer day, though when one such might arrive I can't say. I remain indoors, letting the season boil away.
No word yet from the dentist's office on when I might get an appointment. I must think of soft foods.