Summer

It is insufferably hot, and on no account should anyone go outside and get into a car which has sat in the sun for many hours and in which the air conditioning doesn't work.

Earlier today I saw a small black dog tied up under a tree. For a moment I felt sorry for it - and then realised that resting immobile under a tree was the only sensible way to spend the afternoon, and that it was me, dragging myself from place to place in the glaring sun, who was the more pitiable.

I long for tree-lined European avenues. Denver has trees everywhere, but few of them seem to provide much in the way of shade.