I used to love the summer. It is hot and wonderful. But as the summer crawls on, I realize the heat becomes hotter and I cannot sit in it like I used to. I am getting old. So I come out incredibly early in the morning and sometimes, on a good day, in the evening. I love the evening before the sun goes down. There is something magical about that time of day. Like the fairies come out to play. Ah, I am seemingly nostalgic today. It is the heat.
Yesterday a man stopped the female and asked her where I was. He comes by every day to talk to me but I am not out. I seem to wilt as I sit outside to visit. I do not understand when this happened but it has. *sigh* It makes me melancholy.
Last night it rained and for a moment, I wished that I liked the darkness. I would have danced in the rain. That is right: tortoises dance. It is a sight to see.
I am taking myself to bed. My internet has been spotty in my house. So I will give it a rest.
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