the days are so hot that only nights remain to be immersed in the translation.
i wake up at mid-day, and go to sleep at 7 a.m., and type, type endlessly, to the music of the nightly city.
under the scattered clouds that traverse the sky, and bring no rain.
the tomato plant i did not throw out, is starting to blossom.
this is a very upside-down summer.
