Constant change, except the temperature here

Dark, cricket droning is low, and a single bird offers a hesitant trill, as if not wanting to wake anyone. This morning it is as if the world is standing still, holding it’s breath for the dawn.

I know most just a bit north are cool, but here the temps hold still at 75 each morning–a warm and humid 75.

Went to the bookmobile with Little Dude yesterday. I looked at the novels, actually felt interest in at least looking, and ended up choosing a couple. I noticed many names on the shelf of writer...