Diary entry - July 18th.
Summer is at it's peak, but yesterday during my morning walk with the dog, it felt more like autumn. It was seven degrees Celsius and everything was covered with dew. I saw lots of cobwebs in the tall grass and trees, something I always associate with the end of summer, but normally don't notice until much later in the year. Low clouds covered the hill tops and fog had filled the valleys. The moisture in my breath condensated into small clouds. Maybe it was my imagination, but very faintly I even smelled the typical scent of an autumn morning in the woods.
This morning, it was chilly, too. Muggy nights seem farther away then ever.