The hot winds are blowing out of the Northeast again today, driving January mid-day temperatures into the high 80s. But stepping out this morning to take the kid to the school bus was a delight. The sky was a faded pink, the breezes warm and pleasant. We drove to the bus stop with the windows down, and when we parked alongside the harbor, the wind chimes from half a dozen porches made for an unusually beguiling cacophony.
He turned to me and said, “okay, I love the Santanas now.”
I was so pleased that I didn’t bother to mention that six hours hence, when the temperature at his fire-scarred hilltop school approached triple-digits, he might hold a different opinion.