We woke to a chill, this morning. Relatively speaking. If we were transitioning from winter to spring, we'd think it warm, but as we're coming out of hundred-degree weather, sixty-six is excuse enough for cheater biscuits and sausage gravy for breakfast, and oatmeal for good measure.
Some of my favorite days are when Autumn flexes her muscles and gives us a taste of what's to come. It'll warm up again for a week or two, then cool, back and forth until the temperatures drop in earnest and frost glitters on the grass.
Meanwhile, we can enjoy open windows and give the AC some respite. Soon, I will drag out the snugly covers. If I must choose one season above the others, it is Autumn.
What's the day like where you are?