Posted on August 13, 2003 in Weather
Ragged clouds that resemble blanched almonds left soaking for a few days undid the calculations of the weather forecasters. It is ten degrees cooler than it was at this time last night. They still predict temperatures in the upper nineties, but each day to come promises the fall of a degree.
An air conditioner bangs and whirrs. I can walk on the street barefooted. The hottest spot is the bottom of my Weber barbecue where briquets dwindle to sugar-thick ash.
Yes, I find peace in writing about the weather.