A still, shimmering afternoon. Sunlight, so bright, so strong, dazzles and drives one into the shade. Early mornings and evenings are best in this heat, though - intermittently - there is the softest breath of a breeze. The houses around the green and their occupants seem to doze peacefully.
The naturopath says that my system is getting more robust with each visit but energy levels are down from when I last saw him two months ago. Unsurprised by the latter. Since May there have been mice in the bedroom wall, a posterior vitreous detachment and a nasty fall-out with a close friend (which please God will be resolved - though I don't know how). Stress and fatigue buttons have been well and truly pushed. But I persevere with the anti-yeast diet and he will be starting me on a new treatment at the next appoinment - or at least soon. Not ready yet. We wait. Not easy for someone who is naturally on the hyper side.
So. High summer. A time apparently to hold still. To let things be as they are.
And today this story makes me happy for all sorts of reasons. My father had mild dementia in the last year or so of his life.