~~ Morning ~~
I came into the living room at seven this morning and saw that the temperature was 67 degrees outside. I opened the doors wide, letting the fresh air and the sound of the birds morning songs fill the house. The rain started by nine o'clock, and we stood in the open doorway and enjoyed the warm breeze.
~~ Noon ~~
Elvis saw the open door, and inched his way inside, spending much of his time wistfully looking outside, as if we had trapped him inside the [still open] door. That silly big dog doesn't fool anyone. When thunder shook the house, he tried to wedge himself into my lap.
~~ Night ~~
Tonight's temperature is supposed to dip back down into the thirties again. I was tempted to complain bitterly about that fact, but then decided to simply view today's warmth as the lovely gift it was.