Easy June

This island is warmer now than it was in May. I expect the crocuses to peer out at any moment, disoriented and endangered in their sleepy state.

Yesterday at 7 am a chorus of hounds began their crescendo as I walked past. The houses on the dirt back street are, unlike much of the rest of the island, awake in the morning. The windows are warmly lit in the evening by yellowing floodlights. So many homes sit empty, staring flat and bored by the incredible weather.