dredging

The sky cleared by the overnight rain, the late thunderstorm of last night. Heat radiating through the glass, weather check informs me that the real feel is already 41 degrees and set to climb. There's the warning of an early afternoon thunderstorm, quick coffee, out the door.

From the first viewpoint there's a haze settling upon the distances of the hills, already soaked with sweat wishing that the lower path would reopen, clambering up towards the big rocks. The sun's beating down, fierce heat forming the frontier of the summer, clear sky broken by a few light clouds.

Late afternoon the skies darken, a flash in the distance, the first splatter of rain upon hot concrete, almost immediately evaporating, leaving its very existence as a question. But then there's another and within seconds the streets are wet, a minute later traffic lights are shining from the stream running down the hill towards me.