Hot weather is something I tend to endure rather than enjoy.
Just last week, I felt I was doing everything in slow motion. Even my thinking processes seemed sluggish in the 90+ degree temperatures. Each night, I aired out my apartment, praying for cool breezes.
As I write this evening, it is 57.5 degrees. The pavement is wet from today's rain. The air smells fresh. I used my oven tonight without fearing my apartment would grow too warm.
This change is good.
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