For the first time in what feels like forever, it is cool outside. The sky is grey, the air is crisp and the relief is divine. I actually slept with my down comforter back on my bed last night and I was one happy lady.
The cozy deliciousness of down comforters makes me swoon.
It feels as though things are back to normal. We made it through the insane heat wave alive and are all the stronger because of it. This may sound ridiculous to many, but we North Westerners are delicate little souls and cherish our slightly gloomy summer days. Sure, they can be a bit bothersome at times, but these days nurture the inner desire to sometimes have an excuse to curl up with a blanket, in the middle of summer, and watch a movie. Or read a book. Or catch up on blogs :) Pick your poison.
However, today is also having another affect on me that I did not expect quite this early in the year. I have always been someone who LOVES the different seasons, which was one of my main issues when living in Southern California. By the time any of the seasons come to an end, I am ready and waiting for the next one. What can I say - I thrive on routine, almost to a fault.
So, with this cooler weather, my mind has suddenly been transported to thoughts of changing leaves and carving pumpkins, kids back to school and hearty stews in my slow-cooker. It's ridiculous, I know, but I can't help where my mind goes some days. I am sure that once the warmer days return, I will forget all about this lapse in rational thinking, but for now I am just relishing the self-imposed daydreams of Fall.