Middle July: the hot underbelly of the year. The dry heat is making me feel so soft and quiet and think-y. I've been dreaming a lot; I have long, strange conversations in my sleep. I feel weirdly connected to the different pieces of my life, keyed into things in a way that has been otherwise hard to link up to. More like myself? Or remote? It's hard to know Having a running injury usually brings back in a lot of the static that a good hard run will clear out. Maybe I'm just in a weird place for it all.

Yesterday, I had a moment taking the dog out for his last, late night bathroom break. My little cat came, of course, and I was standing in my sideyard, barefooted, with my silly animals around me. The night sky looked almost dusty from the heat, but there was a breeze blowing, and it felt like sinking into a hot tub: that feeling of intense warmth but movement and current around my body. I thought about a thousand other times I looked up at this exact sky, and if anyone I knew was also looking up at it at just that moment. 

Roo and I used to have a thing we would say to each other when we were lonely weirdoes in middle school - same sun, same moon! - to orient ourselves and feel less alone. (Of course, it had to be the sun and moon as opposed to the same, certain stars because we were in opposing hemispheres and the sun or moon weren't usually out at the same time.) It's a very old, fond thought that I'm sure a million of other human beings across time have had.