A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Summer heat is cumulative: today's temperature is 23-degrees, but it feels as hot as it was last week, when it was 24.

As for the source of that heat, the sun, it is lower, and its glow over that which is green is more golden than it was in July.

A couple days ago, while walking in the neighbourhood, I spoke with Martha, sitting in the shade of her front porch.

We spoke about all sorts of things, but she noted the difference between the last day of July and the first day of August.

I agree -- the transition is dramatic. Maybe the greatest transition of the year.