Tonight the a/c is off. The windows are open. No thunderstorm is approaching. The humidity is a pleasant 24%. All the noises of the neighborhood seem amplified, since they are no longer muffled by our sealed-up tomb of a house.
The crows are cawing in the pine tops across the street, no doubt circling in on the dentist's garbage. What a dentist throws away that crows and other varmint find so appealling is beyond me, but it seems like every week someone is out picking shreds of his garbage up after the Tuesday pick-up.
Some redneck is racing his engine at the stop sign by the Piggly Wiggly. I wonder who for, but only briefly, as the roar of the engine is cut short by the squeal of his tires. Somewhere in the distance, a siren blips.
My littlest baby is snoring ever-so-quietly beside my bed. Our tv is on, but its on low enough so I can only hear the underhum through a closed bedroom door. The dog is panting. The big kids are downstairs playing XBOX360.
Life is good. Summer is wonderful, and I wish it would last a little longer than it does up here in the North. The winters get long and brutal, but I guess that is the only reason I can appreciate nights like this, nights with the windows open, no sweatshirt required.
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