Gotta heatwave

Thus far I see only perfection in the atmosphere, except for the crazy crows, in high defense mode lately since their babies are fledging and fluttering around in nearby trees. Down by the lake, two moms pushing strollers with large-looking girls in them talk, oblivious to their girls' full on screaming for fun. Disconcerting to passersby, especially a toddler boy whose droolly little jaw hangs open and whose eyes pop in astonishment at the girls' bloodcurdling cries; he gives out a comradely little screech as they pass his stroller.
Late evening walk, and a bite or two of sushi; it feels hotter after dark than it did during the day. We are in for it tomorrow.