at last

It is nearly fifteen fricken degrees Fahrenheit lower than yesterday. My windows are unshuttered against the heat, there's gorgeous sunlight pouring in everywhere. Not only that, the windows are *open* and there's a brisk breeze flirting with curtain hems and papers on the desk. My house is full of air, my world is full of daylight, and I feel like dancing in one of those orgasmic laundry line commercials. It's supposed to actually *rain* tomorrow, or at least to shower. And then we'll have more sun for days. I'll treasure the memory of this in November, when we don't see sun for days.