Good Sleeping Weather

Nights like breeze; mornings cool on the skin. You want to wake up; you want to be alive in this world.

This weather is my favorite ever, so cool and sunny. I hope I feel it in the Eastworks building, or at least can go outside.

I hope I get my electric and cable in time. I hope I have food. I hope I can afford furniture.

I hope I can adore every minute of the weather. I hope I feel it against my skin. It reminds me of summer camp, after the kids leave, and the silence that was there all along reclaims everything. High, cool, clear days that sing grand dirges for the summer's end, and stern marches for the ripe apples and thick sheep's wool. God, I love it. I just love this time of year.

I'll want to go apple picking, or at least spend a few days in my garden cleaning and putting it all to bed. Hot for an hour, then sweaters and hats again.I love it. I can't wait.