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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The stolen night
This feels like a stolen night. In the middle of all these nights that are cool and rainy and unseasonable, there have been a couple of nights that feel the way August is supposed to feel. And this is one of them!
It makes me uncomfortable because I feel I should be out enjoying it, the warmth and the loud crickets. Which, I was, before. But comes a time you have to go inside to go to bed. And now I do not want to.
I like the kind of summer that is consistently warm and sunny. Because that way if you want to sit inside on a beautiful day and work on your book about a certain, ahem, concert pianist, you do not have to worry that you will never again get another day like that one.
When that summer day is rare, you figure you have to go out. And so the book suffers.
And so do the ...
I have heard that tomatoes might be red and hearty outside but they are unripe inside because they need the sun and the warmth and they have not been getting that.
What if the tomatoes never warm up? What if we have no hot tomatoes?