Promise of better things to come

Good gravy, it's September. How'd that happen?

When I got up this morning it was 58*. Of course I threw open the windows. It was so hot in August that any cool air is coveted. Day after day of searing heat makes me think it's never going to be anything but hot again. It's nice to have cool air coming into the house; my feet are cold for the first time in weeks!