Fluffy, white clouds hung in the sapphire sky, motionless despite the light breeze I felt. They reminded me of cotton strategically placed on a Christmas village to resemble snow. In the car with air-conditioning and the snowy clouds above, I almost forgot it was scorching outside.
The sun shines through the leaves and makes its way to my window. The breeze moves branches and clouds casting playful shadows on the windowpane. I watch through blinds, safe from the heat, and I appreciate innovative invention. My window is a frame holding the artwork of nature for my enjoyment.
It was bright and overcast at the same time. The sun dominated half of the sky, while the other half yielded to dark threatening clouds. It was still hot and bright, enough so that I was cheering on the clouds and wishing for rain. It never came, but it was a beautiful day regardless of my momentary discomfort. I was secretly grateful for it because I know winter is coming to New England sooner than I appreciate.