Oh hi, darlin'. We've had a cooling streak here, in which the weather got down into the mid-nineties. A break from the real heat, about 105, where you can actually feel the sunlight land on your skin. I have to admit, and I know this is reveals a lack of willpower, I am less eager to swim at lunch on these cool days. I mean, on the hot days, I can't wait for the contrast between the heat that radiates from the concrete walls and floor and the hot yellow light, and the cold, cold water. But on these days with a bit of nip to the air, I don't especially look forward to that first shock of jumping in.
Fortunately, despite the cooler days, the evenings have been staying warm. This is the glory of Sacramento, sitting on a porch late in the evening with the air perfectly warm and gentle. No need to put a shirt over your tank top, no need to put on jeans, no need to go inside. The nights are so very soft (even if a hot day did pound you a little), meant for talking on the couch on the porch, sipping water with crushed mint and ice and cucumber, watching folks ride by on bicycles, creating their own dark warm breeze.
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