Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day outside my window.  Currently, it is a lovely 76-degrees, not a cloud in view of my window.  I can hear birds singing, few cars passing, and inside, only the little pipe and trill of the lullabies on Simon's swing.  My children are sleeping, my husband is out working in the yard, and I am enjoying a mug of cool lemonade pondering these last few days of summer.  No matter what school calendars might say, no matter what clothes the stores are hawking, we still have a few last days of summer.  No one is more eager than I for fall: chilly mornings, warm sweaters, hot drinks.  At night when I wake, I look at the diamond-patterned window in my room and imagine soft, fat snowflakes lazily drifting by.  Preferably close to Christmas.  I think, though, that if the last days of summer could be like this one, perhaps with trips to the zoo and library, with a touch of real laziness (our summer has been anything but lazy), then I wouldn't mind at all.  Maybe I could at last enjoy a little summer. 

It's supposed to be quite mild this week.  I don't want to look beyond Friday's forecast, as I'm afraid to find the temps creeping back up where I don't want them.  Lows in the upper 40's?  High's in the 70's?  Yes, please!  Give me summer like this any day!