Tomorrow's high here in Madison is supposed to be in the low 60s. That makes me think my friends in Indianapolis will be gathering sweaters, sweatshirts, and jackets if that's their weather as they head out the door in the next couple of mornings.
Summer is better when it doesn't last as long. Indianapolis was/is a great place to live, but with the long stretches (at least in the nearly seven years I lived there) of warm (too warm) temperatures it was difficult to appreciate.
Much better is the short burst, like a shooting star, of summer. The kind that sneaks up one June day with highs in the 80s and humidity that puts sweat on the back of your shirt with every short walk down the driveway.
June brings warmth, but also reminders almost every morning that winter is not that far removed as the chill and fog in the air serve as a reminder that we should enjoy the rising red lines in our thermometers.
Into July, those cool mornings are largely forgotten as the heat ups the ante and creates days where mopping your brow is the appropriate phrase for almost any kind of activity. Sometimes, just sitting in church (especially if yours is one without the nearly ever-present AC).
Later, into the hotbox of August come moments to be treasured. Because just like the days of February mean that winter won't be around to admire and enjoy much longer; the dog days of August send the same signal, 'Enjoy it, don't delay, time is running out!'
Yet, for those that missed the last minute bargain shopping opportunities for warmth and fireflies... here is September. The fireflies are gone of course, but these days of 70 and 80 degree highs deserve to be bottled and stored away on the back shelves of our mind.
Be sure to reach waaay back to those shelves next January, when the sun, warm breezes, and joyful sound of ice cream trucks transport you to these wonderful waning days of summer.