that fabled last gasp.

end of october.

san francisco bay area.

ninety. fuckin. six. degrees.

i shit you not.

it's the fabled last gasp of summer, but god fuckin dammit, what a last gasp it's been. this past week has been insane. before that it was steadily cooling down. 75. 70. 65 degrees, getting ready for fall. after today, it's going straight into the fifties. but for the past seven days, without fail, it's been 90 and above.

the streets are sizzling.

the inside of my car feels like an oven. and when i open the windows, it doesn't help too much - because it's just as hot outside. at night the frogs are singing again. the crickets are putting out mating calls. they think it's summer. i think it's summer. i'm dying of heat. i get home and i throw open the windows and i loiter on the balcony. i wait for the nightfall but sometimes even that doesn't help, because it stays hot until about midnight when finally the air temperature outside starts to have some bearing on the inside.

you take a hot shower, you steam up the bathroom, and then you walk out and miraculously, it's hotter outside.

winter's coming after this week. rain and grey skies all winter long. but for now?

it feels more like summer than summer itself, man.