The days of high summer have passed. The high school baseball tournament was over two weeks ago and the school holidays end today.
It’s hot. The sky is blue, with smears of cloud near the horizon (not unlike the photo in the post below; not to break the chain). The air quivers with the sound of cicadas. They’re also physically in evidence, as they launch themselves from their perch and wheel clumsily in search of the next one. A black butterfly glides gracefully across the road. There is a fair breeze at the top of the hill and the shadows of the bamboos dance on the asphalt.
There’s sadness at the passing of summer. But some summer still lingers.
--Julian