Waves

The afternoon air is changing. Although invisible, the humidity creeps in and the temperature rises as the cloudless afternoon allows the sun to bake the landscape. Very little air is moving and my decorative flag is almost still. The chorus of birds from an hour ago has stilled to a single call.

I can sense the heat wave beginning.

I try to keep the windows open and the air conditioner turned off as long as possible. I like the sounds of summer. Of my neighborhood. A single songbird is more delightful than hum of the compressor for the A/C unit. Slam of a car door next door.

Not to mention the drum solo from the boy across the street. He practices in his garage, door wide open, and, in the afternoon, waves of music float out into our neighborhood. I can't discern a specific song but he can keep a beat. I love the enthusiasm of an 11 year old despite the heat.