Cool air

We spent the weekend in Flagstaff with our very best friends. It was a bit of an escape, a mini photo session and LOTS of food. I have photos to show for all of that and I'll post them later this week.

For now though I just like to share how much I appreciate cooler weather. I live in an area where 115 degrees in July is the average. It doesn't drop below 100 degree high until October and has even been known to creep into November. Then we have a very brief but beautiful winter (which is kinda like fall for the rest of the US), spring hits in February and abruptly ends in April by which time we are creeping back into the 100s.

I adore my house. At times, I adore where I live. My body just can't handle it any more. I know this. I've known this. In daily life though you just get through it.

Until.

Until I manage to escape for a few days in the cooler weather. I know altitude bothers some people at first (it does my husband) but it invigorates me. I know this is partially due to medical issues (thank you very much thyroid), but I've always had a love for the mountains. My insides feel better and I think this is actually reflected in how I look. Most of my favorite photos of myself are in the mountains. I don't think this is a coincidence.

Forgive the rant. I don't mean to poo pah on where I live now. I love it. But, someday we will own a little cabin in the woods that I can escape to in the summer. Hopefully someday not too far away... for my sanity's sake.