It was once again nice to sit in a bus and read a book while commuting to work. Afterwards I went for a walk with my daughter, looking at the fine summer we now have. And indeed, it is deep summer, the length of the day is now 18 h 55 min.
(Posting title is from the poem The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes.)
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