It was delightfully cool last night. I didn't have to turn on the AC. It is now noontime the following day but the crickets are still singing in the trees. The sun is out, a mellow sun with light so gentle it could have been designer-engineered. The sky is a flat sheet of clouds pressed under a rolling pin.

If it rains at all, it will rain this afternoon, maybe just as people will be coming home from work, as usually happens.

I am lord of the boundaries. We stand at the border between seasons. Enjoy this in-between moment with me. It is not yet time to retrieve thick blankets from the linen armoire.