Living by the ocean is like a dream
Okay, it’s really like a dream because I don’t live by an ocean, I live by a bayou, but it seemed like an ocean last night with the windows open and the dense moist breeze flapping the venetian blinds. It was all quite comforting until the breeze picked up around 3AM and the blinds were violently slapped against the window sill and then it was all quite alarming and I had to get up and raise the blinds.
But I got back in bed an wondered how come this moist air is so easy to breathe?
Walking the Bean this morning around the bayou, I had to almost take off my light jacket because it was so damp and warm at 6:30 AM – in a good way, because there was still and still is a faint chill to the humid air, which makes this perfect weather. [Except for the hair.]