19:17:20 PM

Baking under a golden brown haze of pollution, we walk into town to deliver vegetables, and to pick up some more at the farmer’s market.

Around us there is no rest, even at night. Crickets and cicadas have come into their own, louder at night, but still going strong during the day. A constant undertone, rhythmic, electric, with inconceivably complex harmonies – an abundant contrast to the sparse monotones of winter.