A cold front swept in on Friday night, and we woke to 65 degree temps on Saturday morning.
It was heaven. It was almost intoxicating, walking outside at 5:30am and feeling a change in the air. It was far from cold, or even cool. But it was – fresh. It felt less sticky, less oppressive, less heavy. I almost felt like dancing, or singing, just reveling in the change in the weather. I know it’ll probably get hot again, but this was a nice taste of what’s to come.
I’m dog-sitting this weekend, and as I walked the dogs last night I noticed that a lot of houses had their windows open, I dashed home yesterday morning and opened mine, to air out the stale air-conditioned air in the condo. I opened my window at my friends’ house, and listened to the crickets or cicadas or tree frogs or whatever they are, chirp all night. My new home is on a marsh, so I’m looking forward to hearing what kinds of critters will sing to me at night this fall.
It’s days like these that get us through the Florida summers. Like Idaho winters, or Texas summers. The weather is rough for three months in most places – you just have to choose what kind of bad weather you can tolerate. I’d much rather deal with a hot car than icy roads, which is why I’m here and not in Idaho.
We’re entering the halcyon days of fall in NE Florida, and I can’t wait. I’ve always loved fall – the colors, the crisp air, hot apple cider and fires crackling on the hearth – but since fall means that winter is around the corner, the season is usually colored with dread for me. Which is why I live down here now, instead of up there. But I do miss those things. I guess I could head north a few hours, and get a better taste of fall.
AFTER my furniture arrives on Tuesday!
Enjoy your fall weather, wherever you are. Do some leaf-peeping for me – preferably with a cup of hot cider!