Day on Journey: In the dead of late fall, summer heat is just a Memory

Stage Direction: Musically, la la la mwa mwa mwa plays the soft viola..."Midnight, not a sound from the pavement - has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves..." what the hell, why oh why is this person singing a song from Cats? I find the attraction like a hemorrhaging fever, irresistible at 103°, magical as we go higher and higher