Went to bed last night around midnight and I was sure it was still 80 degrees -- very high humidity, the most uncomfortable sleeping weather you can imagine.
Woke up sometime during the night to an odd sensation of someone pulling the blankets up over me. Then Josh turned off the fan in our bedroom and I could hear the raspy sound of the wind in the treetops and the sound of the rain on the pavement. An absoloutely icy breeze blew in through the open windows and we snuggled up underneath the comforter. I fell asleep again to the sound of distant thunder, and found myself dreaming I was at Pennsic.
The weather did this on Saturday, too. Withering heat all day followed by icy air. I wish it would settle on a happy medium.
But the rain is blessed.
Woke up sometime during the night to an odd sensation of someone pulling the blankets up over me. Then Josh turned off the fan in our bedroom and I could hear the raspy sound of the wind in the treetops and the sound of the rain on the pavement. An absoloutely icy breeze blew in through the open windows and we snuggled up underneath the comforter. I fell asleep again to the sound of distant thunder, and found myself dreaming I was at Pennsic.
The weather did this on Saturday, too. Withering heat all day followed by icy air. I wish it would settle on a happy medium.
But the rain is blessed.