The cicadas are buzzing and the air has thickened. Summer is at its sultry best. I don’t mind the heat, but I do appreciate a bit of shade when it presents itself. 

I’m lucky to live in a neighborhood with strategically placed tree tunnels. I walked through them this morning and noticed how their cooler air refreshed my step. 

These shady spots are way stations for the summer walker, stretches of pavement to aim for and enjoy. I don’t completely pause while in them — but I do slow down.