July was too hot. Even with the air conditioners blowing, one in the east window, one in the west, I could feel the heat in my bones and in my gut. I didn't go out. I hung around and avoided anything that would create heat. It was too hot to cook.
But for the last several days the air is crisp and cool. The cicadas and the crickets make pleasant noise outdoors. I can hear them through the open windows. Warblers and jays make songs, sound rare enough to be appreciated. Unlike the saturation of spring. Like clear refrigerated water.