We had no warning on this particular type of storm. It carried winds up to 90mph, but was not trackable like a hurricane. A tulip poplar came down on our lines, and lies suspended, like a tribesman on a scaffold.
I, too, am taken back to sticky, sleepless nights of my childhood, when all the windows were open, the heat like a slow burglar filling the room, taking up all the bed and even the underside of the pillow.
Somewhere in here, there is a book I haven't read, and we will escape together to a glade. The pup will play, and I will renew my strength.
Killdeer