Blowing & Drifting

The Arb was preternaturally quiet tonight; I saw only two other people and few animals. Maybe everyone and everything thought it was too hot to be doing anything, but it was actually gorgeous, with moderating humidity and, as the sun set, declining temperatures. In fact, the day's heat probably was the cause of the quietude: as I neared home, I met a skinny fox, calmly trotting up the road in the other direction. He jumped into the ditch when a car came up on him from behind.