It's a little traumatic for me to live in Utah in the summer. Only because you have to use a/c inside. Which is a glorious invention. But. It means you have to live with the windows closed.
The month of June always finds me congratulating myself on how long I can go without using the A/C, only because I love open windows. Then July comes with all its hot sweatiness—which I sort of adore, but I feel a little like I'm living in a piece of tupperware when I have to go inside.
And then, August where the nights are apparently perfect. And it's completely possible to sleep with the windows wide open. I don't think there is anything so lovely as the nights in August. I didn't realize this 'till just this year. Just yesterday maybe. I've always been somewhere else in August. Or not paying attention I guess.
I know Fall is coming. It's sliding in. Just sliding in.