Today I did something that I haven't done in six months: I left my windows open all day long. Rere always scolds me for doing this, but I do it anyway because the cool breeze wafting through the house is so delightful.
A few weeks ago, I thought that fall had finally come, but it was only a tease. The temperature after a few days of cooler climbed back into the low hundreds and sat there for awhile. It started drifting down again a few days ago, and right now the temperature is a blessed 79 degrees.
I feel like I used to when spring came in the US, like life had finally returned to the world and I could stop holding my breath. As soon as the days grew warm enough, I would open all of the windows in the house, and let the warm breeze blow out the stale winter air that had spend the season in my house.
Now instead of a warm breeze, there is a cool one, but it still blows out the stale air, only this air has been air-conditioned instead of heated. No matter that the breeze coats a very fine coating of grit over the entire house, I'm just glad it isn't from our mildewed vents.
I am looking forward to evening walks and a return to the park. I can't wait to eat at all of the restaurants with outdoor seating that I couldn't go to in the summertime. We can load up Kathleen's tricycle in the elevator for walks to the library again.
And I might even return those books.