Warm, humid, overcast, the perfect kind of day for straightening up about the house, reading a book, or taking a nap. It isn't raining but the possibility lingers as the wind picks up and the clouds hang low like a thick blanket. A fine mist blows through heavy air.
I cleaned the kitchen this morning but have yet to run the vacuum cleaner. In this weather everything feels slightly sticky and my sugar clumps into one big lump in the bowl. Cereal and crackers get soft in the box. I pack them into zipper top bags to keep out the dampness.
I recall camping in this weather as a little girl. At night I crawled into a slightly moist sleeping bag in a rather damp camper. Often the sun would arrive bright and strong the following morning burning off the condensation of the previous day and drying out our soggy surroundings.
Today it feels like I live in the rain forest. The windows are open and the birds are happy. My garden is happy too.