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…
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 π
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Oooo…warm fuzzy slippers and coffee….
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Perfect combo for a Canadian winter π
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It is a nice change.
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I’m always grateful for the cool down. βΊοΈ
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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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Ahhhhh is right. Exhale !
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Without feeling like I’m breathing condensation. π
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