Twenty-seven hours ago I was barefoot and shirtless, enjoying a late afternoon siesta on my patio in Missouri. It was very hot and humid and I was overdressed in just a pair of khaki shorts.
93F in September is quite a treat in my book.
Three hours ago I was standing under a tree bent over from a stiff Canadian wind. In this particular location, Canada was only about 500 meters away.
I was sheltered by the only thing I could find while I waited to watch the second half of a soccer match in Niagara Falls, New York. Here, the calendar says summer but the thermometer says something else.
Seeing, hearing and feeling the chilly wind made it clear to me that my favorite time of year is winding down.