August in the south. Temps upwards of 90 degrees. Humidity ranging at 80% or so. Sticky car seats and damp t-shirts and smelly pits.
Good times.
But then nature sends the glorious gift of a cold front (which, in August, isn’t quite as dramatic as winter’s). Temperatures ease downward like a silky smooth elevator ride and suddenly you’re stepping out into a cool morning. Dew on the grass, crisp breeze in your face. Next thing you know it’s September and autumn is inching even closer.
Ahhh…
Ahhhhh is right. Exhale !
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Without feeling like I’m breathing condensation. 😆
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I’ll double that ahhh. Here’s to a long fall.
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Fingers crossed
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It is a nice change.
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I’m always grateful for the cool down. ☺️
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Here in the north this happens much sooner. Our nights are down to 50 (if not cooler)
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Whoa…that’s bordering on cold toes in the morning temps.
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It is. That’s why we have warm, fuzzy slippers 🙂
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Oooo…warm fuzzy slippers and coffee….
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Perfect combo for a Canadian winter 🙂
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