Ordinarily I hurry home after work on Fridays, but as Mrs and Miss Yith are away without me I've gone for a wander through the park on my way to the beer emporium.
The air is totally still with no discernible rise or fall in temperature as I left the building, and now the slenderest crescent of an orange moon hangs lazily in the sky. I didn't realise it was the moon at first glance.
You can feel a slight pressure in the air and hear bugs whirring about beneath the cowls of the streetlamps. There'll be rain in the night, I'm sure.
Half the city seems to be ambling around unhurriedly in the mauve and amber haze of the light pollution.
The temperature this afternoon was 42 degrees Celsius, humidex included. Another power failure at the office left us in the dark for about twenty minutes around noon. When power was restored the lights and computers worked properly but the HVAC system did not. After about two hours the air became so stuffy that management let us go home. This was a repeat of last week's scenario.