I woke again to overcast skies. At least it was warm enough that the heat didn’t kick on like it has for the past several mornings.
Since the day we arrived home almost three weeks ago, I have been reminding myself that it is still summer. I find myself walking around my house and turning on lights in the middle of the day. The dimness, the coolness… it is hard to believe that the temps in St Louis and Colorado have remained in the 90s. Right now, I think, standing in my dark kitchen in my fuzzy slippers, people are living in light and warmth. I have to close my eyes and let the hot, dry air and the brilliant sun wash over my mind.
I open my eyes. I want to cry out, Wait! I know the sun is out there! I know summer hasn’t fled! But New England’s granite embrace pulls me down into its gray chill. I fight for my memory of the hot sun on my skin.
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1 -db // Aug 24, 2007 at 6:44 am
We have the light, but we have to have all the shades drawn to keep the light and the 100+ heat index (ie “what it feels like” when you add the humidity) out to help the air conditioner. We can’t get outside during the day because it’s so hot it’s hard to breathe. It’s in the 80s at 7 am and it was 92 when we drove home at 9pm last night. Some public schools don’t have air conditioning and are closing by noon each day. But I, too, would rather have blue sky than steel gray, and we had some fabulous puffy clouds yesterday.
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