Sixty-Three

The air brought refreshment like the first plunge into a pool, only it lasted longer.
The whispers of fall and campfires and hot chocolate were carried on the breeze.
Your favorite sweatshirt was pulled out from it's hiding place in your drawer.
Everything seemed to be awake again, no longer lulled to sleep by the heat of yesterday.
The windows were opened and the songs of the birds drifted in with the cool air.
Wearing jeans to work was no longer uncomfortably hot.
Going outside was actually something you wanted to do.

It was sixty-three degrees outside and the day was destined to be delightful.