weather report

Today I laid aside my books for a ten minute respite in the form of venturing down to the mailboxes. I stepped outside and took a minute to breathe in the fresh, soft air, and notice with pleasure the gentle warmth even with the sun almost set, and the kind breeze dancing with scents of summer.

The tennis courts sound with the lazy thuds, and laughter and splashing emanates from the pool area; a wood fire is burning, so someone must be grilling their dinner tonight.

There is no mail, but I don't regret the reprieve. Grocery shopping earlier was fun, but the blazing midday bore no resemblance to this soft pre-dusk. The Florida sky, pale, blue and hung with a ghostly halfmoon is dotted with soft clouds on the horizon. The trees and neatly kept grass wave slowly in the breeze as small birds and squirrels hop to and fro gathering their evening repast.

I wish that I too could sport in the pool as the sun sinks to his daily death, but piles of work remain, and pleasure is but a secondary concern in the autumn of the year.