It’s the time of the year when we all turn at least halfway nocturnal. We’re close enough to the mountains here that the mornings are reasonably pleasant, but by noon, it’s sticky, and by mid-afternoon, nobody wants to move.
It’s hard to sleep much before midnight–and sometimes even after that.
We like to think of ourselves as more mind than body, but when late afternoon finds us all snapping at each other over very minor things, I remember that we’re more connected to the material than we think we are.
And cool nights are a blessing.