Painting

I dreamt all night of a beautiful painting of a large tree, a walnut tree I think, with beds of red flowers in the background. When I woke up, it was still dark (it still is) and Beirut was going to sleep in the coolness of dawn. We're in the middle of the "Indian summer", and everyone is blaming climate change for the sultry weather and temperatures of 35 Celcius during the day. But there is a proverb in Lebanon that says: "Between October and November is a second summer". So there.