The morning attempt at getting out in the cool of the day didn’t work out. Sometimes that happens.
Fortunately, early evening provided a second opportunity.
I had an hour for an out-n-back on my most local gravel road. I shared it with the raging cicadas, wispy clouds, and some deer in the low-land shades, and I made cartoonish looking shadows in the road.
I watched the sunset from a ridgetop as it turned the grasstips to gold.
On the way back, I saw a raccoon family presumably shaking the sleep from their eyes and marching to breakfast. When I dropped into the trees lining Clear Creek, neon green flashing spots of lightening bugs (fireflies, if you aren’t from around here) speckled the darkness.
Near the end, I turned back and saw the last of another blazing hot Texas summer day crawling over the western horizon.