The whole world seems different when the sun finally comes. There's the smell of dusty pavement and the satisfying tingle of a slight sunburn. But, my favorite is the change in sound - the singular shouts that carry. Winter months are a muffled din; hazy, indistinguishable, and gray.
Sunshine sounds like car alarms, and soul music on the stereo. It sounds like rugs being shook-out on the back porch and the neighbors, three houses down, bickering.
I woke up this morning to the hum of my fan and before I even opened my eyes I knew what I would find. The windows were open, and bathed in shade. The blue sky stretched on for miles.
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