How is it possible we're under a heat advisory? This is Michigan! The whole reason I even moved here was to get away from the muggy heat of St. Louis -- and now look! Fortunately, I have been holed up for the past couple of hours in a cushy chair at Espresso Royale using up more than my fair share of their space/electricity/air conditioning. At 5:30 pm, it's 90 degrees outside, with a heat index of about ten degrees higher. Blech.*
(*No, I don't want to hear it from you St. Louis folk. You should expect to boil about this time of year.)
Yesterday was warm until a mid-afternoon downpour cooled things off considerably. By 8:30 pm it was quite lovely out and Chris and I took the two-mile jaunt to Zingerman's and back -- any health benefits of which were completely undermined by a shared dulce de leche/dark chocolate gelato and one hummingbird cupcake.
As we passed Main Street, we encountered a quiet group of protestors, lining both sides of the road for a block or two in each direction. Wearing orange t-shirts and holding lit candles, their signs indicated wishes for peace in Gaza and an end to violence in the Middle East.
A few weeks ago, we passed a similar pro-Israel demonstration outside the library. I'm not sure if it's the same group, though, as the library one involved a lot of signs, yelling and animated gesturing. There's something much more moving and compelling to me, something that strikes a nerve much deeper, in a peaceful protest. There's such power in silence sometimes. Or maybe I'm just getting old.