August Light

It's August and the temperature here in Northern Italy has fallen a bit, now it rarely goes over 33°C during the day, but the heavy sticky sweaty humidity remains. 
But early in the morning, from 05:30 to maybe 6:30 there is a slight chill in the air, and in those hours there is the strange spirit to the August light.  It feels strange, mysterious, but interesting too.




I sit on the balcony drinking tea with the cat nearby. Who knows where he has been during the night? Another mystery.

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