A Midsummer Evening

Hot you say? Yes. I think 44 degrees Celsius qualify as hot. Disgusted, the cats are spread out on the floor, as floppy as they can be. The pool is so nice and warm that it actually barely refreshes the swimmer. The fans are working full time, full speed, full power, to little effect. But it still is a lovely summer evening... The only thing I could wish for would be fragrant roses. And a popsicle.

To cool off, here's a photograph from Jonah Gautier. Water, like sparkling diamonds...