Too soon to begin thinking about migration, which I suspect is more of a tug in the midsection than anything intellectual, and that tug can be a lot more powerful and harder to ignore. The wind calls, and you go.
Last week, right on cue, we limped past the heat of July and into that late-summer lull with early morning ground fog and almost chilly nights. If you close your eyes and inhale, and have been doing it regularly over a period of years, you might think it was midAugust at dawn. And in the greater sweep of things, it soon will be.