crickets, cicadas and dogs

it's almost 1:00 a.m. and

i am out on my screened porch

sitting in the big, oak, double rocker

listening to tonight's sounds.

it's august in virginia.

if you know anything about august

in virginia, you know about the humidity.

you know it's so thick you can hardly breathe.

you know it's so hot you don't dare step foot outdoors

unless you absolutely must.

when it's august in virginia

it's often 90 degrees at midnight.

well, not this august.

they're talking record lows this august.

i've stepped foot outdoors,

and it wasn't because i absolutely must.

i'm wearing jeans

and a long-sleeved shirt.

anything less and i'd be chilly,

wanting a blanket to curl up in!

at 1:00 a.m., it is 63 degrees outside.

this august, things are different in virginia.

all kinds of different in my life

and somehow, still the same.

i love nights like these.