I love each season.
That’s not diplomacy; that’s the truth.
But this right here? Mid-September, with its chilly mornings and evenings, but hot afternoons? This is my favorite.
The breeze allows for taking down the old AC and leaving the windows wide. Perfect for warming some cider and lighting a spicy candle.
But the warm afternoons are just right for taking a walk to the park with sunglasses on and cardigan cast aside. CJ’s water ice is still open, with lines of people and loud Gospel music spilling onto the street, and the silver sliding board is still hot to the touch.
We take turns huddling under blankets with books, and laying on our naked bellies to fingerpaint. Both feel appropriate.
Short sleeves sometimes, slippers others. Popsicles and pumpkins.
The best of two worlds.
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