The sound of a Common Nighthawk far overhead near dusk, like a satellite in orbit. The planet Saturn looks close to Earth. The heat broke this evening, a bit, as this Summer proves to be neither hot nor cool as such things go. I wrote a tweet about the indifference of the virus, and an on-line friend sent a private message to make sure I did not have it. I did not have it. In December I would not have known about our collective March through July.
The Kansas politician Kris Kobach lost an election tonight, which made me happy. We are watching "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel" on television. Lately I think of the Edna St. Vincey Millay poem "Recuerdo."
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice