It has finally happened. I have been waiting for this day for the last four, maybe five months. This morning, I went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. As I filled my pot with water for our daily oatmeal, I noticed something different about my surroundings. It wasn't as it had been for the last eternity. Intrigued, I opened the window.
And through it came a cool breeze.
I have opened the window before, vainly hoping that the outside air at 6 am would be cooler than the 80+ degrees in my kitchen. Every time I was disappointed to find humid, hot, thick air pouring into my kitchen to make it even more uncomfortable than it was before the window opened. Some mornings the miasma would be accompanied by a delightful smell labeled by Brandon's coworker as 'burning battery acid.'
Summer in Cairo is similar to winter in other places - one spends as little time outside as possible (even to the point where I have library books as least three months overdue because the walk has been too hot) and we spend the days holed up in our air-conditioned apartment. Our last holiday we had a 'picnic' in the living room because it was too hot to enjoy one outside.
But fall has finally come. I know that I have lived in Cairo too long, however, when the forecast reads "91, 89, 89, 89, 89, 91" and "boy, I'm glad it's finally fall," goes through my head. Now we begin the time of year where I look at the forecast in North Carolina and chuckle to myself when they have snow and I have seventy degrees.
I missed the most delightful time last year because of Edwin's birth and I intend to make best usage of it this year. I'll try to keep the gloating to a minimum.