The temperature is only in the mid 20's but the humidity is 91% so it feels like a sauna.
All windows are wide open to try to catch a breeze.
Cicadas are screaming their heads off.
Cats are strewn lifeless on the floor. All is well.
Talking of windows, 'Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window' has always been one of my favourite Dylan songs.
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.