There are no pedestrians to be seen on the streets - or at least very few.
Save for the white noise of air conditioner compressors, a palpable quiet descends early in the evening - there are no backyard conversations to be overheard, no slamming of screen doors.
The flickering patio candles that cast shifting backyard shadows just weeks ago now sit unlit.
The complete lack of outdoor activity might have me believing it was February if it wasn't for the thermometer pointing to eighty-seven even at bedtime.
It takes effort to breath the air - too hot by day and too damp at night.
I am a summertime lover - but right now I must confess I love my air conditioner even more.
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