I sat alone watching Sex and the City (movie, not series) and enjoying the quiet and the sound of the rain and a lovely gentle breeze blowing in through the window and I thought, it feels like fall.
I know it's still August and the heat will climb back up to Oppressive in a day or two, but right now, at this minute, it feels wonderful.
It's one of those mornings that makes me think of plaid skirts and white shirts and crisp apples and the smell of paper.
God, I hope it lasts.
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