It was the hottest August on record in Colorado.
And at the risk of offending our friends who recently moved to Arizona (where it was 116), it was awful. I felt like my body was melting, Wicked Witch at the end of Wizard of Oz-style. Yesterday - the first of September - it hit 99 degrees. Anyone else care to move to Alaska?
Tonight, though, it's a totally different story. This view from our back yard is priceless, because it feels like fall. The air has that crispness to it that I always eagerly await come September. And oh the smell of that fall air. The promise of so much of what I look forward to throughou the year. The rustle of leaves whispers, it's coming. It's there tonight.
I'll sleep with my window open, snuggled happily under a blanket as the temperature begins to drop.
It makes me 101 shades of tickled (not just pink!). If it never hit above 70 for the rest of the year, I would be one happy camper.