Meteorological statisticians tell us we’re enduring the hottest, most humid summer in the past 94 years. They don’t need to work very hard to convince me. I’ve been chafing, both literally and figuratively, at being kept inside the house with air conditioning running nonstop and all the windows bolted shut.
So today was literally a breath of fresh air – overnight temperatures were down to 59 degrees, and the overcast skies lent a definite nip to the air. My bike ride was almost chilly this morning, especially when I turned toward the north and the wind hit my face.
In spite of the long, hot summer, I really don’t feel ready for fall. There’s a poignant sadness to the season which I don’t feel prepared to embrace at the moment, even though I love sweaters, and fires, and curling up with hot coffee, blankets, and books.
I’d like to keep the tides of summer flowing a bit longer…just cool them down a little, please.