Even though we didn’t get the rain, things have cooled down and the air feels wonderful this morning.
Yesterday I felt a little hint of fall in the air as clouds rolled in and the temperature stayed lower than usual.
Today, with the clear clean sky and the birds singing, it feels more like spring or maybe what a summer morning would feel like someplace where the season is not so cruel. I hear there are such places, but my experience with them is so distant that I question my memory and their very existence.
Days like yesterday give me a little hope to help me make it through the month that starts tomorrow. August, the long hot month, makes me wonder what we are in for, having had such a merciless July. Then, of course there’s September too because I’ve learned that around here it’s a good idea to not expect too much of autumn until October.
At least I now have that little bit of hope and believe once again that fall does exist.
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