Cool Mornings

The children spent a hot, steamy afternoon in the pool. Shortly after we tumbled indoors all soggy and waterlogged the rain came, and afterward the cool air. Since then our mornings have been deliciously cool and breezy. When I wake, I crank open the windows to let in the fresh air. We meander outside in our pajamas to pet the cat and eat breakfast on the patio, always leaving the kitchen door open behind us. I find Sister leaning out of a living room window breathing it in. Who can blame her? These rare, cool mornings in July are something to savor.