I took this photo in June, but the same hot and heavy weather is still with us in August. I imagine I can see the heat being gently exhaled by the earth and water behind us, rising up to surround everything and everyone outside
You’ve heard of “water off a duck’s back”? Snow doesn’t think it’s water. Big, slow flakes swirling around rewind me of snow globes. This must be what it’s like to be inside one, except the snow doesn’t get recycled. And nobody’s shaking our world. Big bird gets cold feet.