When I woke up on Saturday morning I was cold. Which was odd. True, the fan was blowing on me, and we had gone to bed with the airconditioning on. But despite the drop in temperature outside the building is slow to cool down, and we live just beneath the hot roof.
Heavy rain had fallen in the night - I could hear it on the skylights.
Stepping onto the wet terrace I felt the fine mist of rain that persisted. It was cool cool, cool.
Small drops clung to the jewelweed (stolen as as a seedling from Inwood in April).