Midsummer weekend

I had the trails to myself. It was just what I needed.

The air was heavy and almost oppressively hot. It helps. It’s the objective overwhelming of the senses which kind of scrambles signals and can produce a different state of mind.

On this occasion, I became completely absorbed in a train of thought I’d been trying to follow for days. Weeks? No matter, suddenly it was effortless and so, so pleasurable. A good way to celebrate longest days.