Each morning I take our dog, Wesley, for a walk around 7:30 because the low angle of the sun is such that a great deal of our walk will be shaded. Once there was a breeze.
Yesterday, after the storms, I saw jays, cardinals, mockingbirds, cattle egrets, a dove, crows, sweet little brown birds and, flying overhead, one great blue heron. Oh, and cattle, there are always cattle and, only occasionally, a squirrel or two.
What I so seldom see are human beings. Over the past three weeks these walks have taken on a new weightiness. It is hot. Hot and sticky.
In the spirit of Independence Day I am reconsidering nudity.