
Warm and sultry here this morning, the air heavy, the birds lazy. Cats on the deck in a torpor, not a breath of air anywhere.
The jacaranda trees, spent to the south of us, have just reached their peak. Purple flowers spread against this leaden sky, incandescent, like fireworks, a week late and blessedly silent.

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