The dog days are done...

Heat wave broke like a racist joke, finally done with dumb humidity’s oppressive hold making you uncomfortable no matter where it unfolds. Shorts on at 10pm, torso free except for a light reflector and immediately out the door there is quickness to movement. An early trot, down stairs, over slate sunken into grass quilted trail leading to another set of stairs and now driveway; stepping onto pavement, from trot comes canter and a reminder not to gallop.