Bloom yesterday, bloom tomorrow. Never bloom today.

[ellarien]

I went out on the first bus this morning, in the hope of catching the night-blooming cactus in the act, but I picked the wrong day; none of the usual spots had anything but buds and spent blooms. It was still very pleasant out, in the long shadows and soft air of the hour after dawn. I bought a second breakfast of latte and cinnamon roll and sat at an outdoor table by the student union to enjoy them. Presently a police car arrived with sirens blaring; two cops got out and jogged in the direction of the bookstore, or maybe the coffee shop I'd just left, leaving the car with the lights flashing. About half an hour later they came back, more sedately, and drove away.

The cicadas are already going full blast; it's going to be a hot day.