The light in August brings the street together. When the sky goes deep blue, earlier than it has been, you can either turn on the light, and decide it’s evening, or sit a while longer, watching everyone else turn on theirs, creating orange pools in the dusk spill. The light recedes from the street, replaced, slowly, by windows like beacons. You can stand at your window and not be surprised to see your neighbours standing at their windows too, pausing to watch the conversion from day to night.