A breath of...

We let something into our house last night which we have not had in the house for a very long time. It seems strange to have it here, although it’s also wonderful. Today, because of it we’re hearing cars going down the road and barking dogs and planes flying overhead. We’re also hearing the sound of the silence between it all. Lately all we’ve heard has been the drone of the overhead fans, a couple of smaller fans and 4 of Mr. Willis Carrier’s contraptions. Today, even the barking dogs sound good.

The sky is blue, there’s a small fresh breeze, not laden with humidity and the light is pure and not reflecting yellow haze off every surface. We were able to open all the shades to let this pristine light in and everything looks better because of it. We’re no longer being assailed by strong errant drafts nor assaulted by the constant low whine of fan motors and compressor motors from the machinery required to prevent our brains (and the rest of us too) from frying.

Today the temperature is no longer so high and the air is not so oppressive and my nose is not itching and running. It’s pure pleasure to take a deep breath. The dog is resting peacefully, we had a glorious night’s sleep and I’m happy to be awake now and looking forward to the day. Last night we were finally able to open all the windows again and let fresh air back into our home. Aaaaaaahhh…