A jump of 25 degrees had us sweating in our long sleeved shirts and flannel pajamas. But allowed for freedom - exploration of the lake, the woods. My father came to visit, coffee in hand; walking through the vibrant changing leaves, the junkyard heaps, the air thick with wasps.
|Large net strung between the trees. Not photoshopped.|
The boys didn't want to go, their cousins didn't want to say goodbye. Back in the car, weaving through remarkably light holiday traffic. Heavy police presence. We made better time, arriving exactly one minute under estimate. Unloaded, ate, soaked up the relaxation of home, wine in hand.
Sleepy and late start today, then into the bustle of work and school. The happiness of the weekend spilling out of them, staying with them. Elliot in particular kept with him the magic, the calmness of the weekend. For this, I am thankful. For friends and family, good food and tangy wine, I am thankful. Tonight's air dropped 20 degrees, smelling vaguely of snow. I guess I can be thankful for that as well.