Summers at work are quiet, which means that Summer Fridays are nearly silent. And after so many weeks of oppressive humidity and daily thunderstorms, a gray morning with the windows open and a fresh, almost-cool feeling breeze blowing my papers around feels like heaven. Sure, it’s supposed to storm again later, and then the heat and oppressive humidity will return, but I’ll take cool, quiet moments these days.
I had to walk to a nearby office to pick up some paperwork this morning, and took a few photos while I was out. When I couldn’t decide which photo I liked best, I turned it into a series of my path through a Summer Friday. So here you’ve got our front steps, the crosswalk, the (much prettier) brick steps of the other office building, my office, making copies, the surprisingly lush front lawn, and our (very) well-worn porch. To give you a sense of the quiet, I have seen two people so far today (the lady at the other office and the FedEx guy). I’m only likely to see two more actual people this afternoon (the mail guy and the cleaning lady).
But it’s Friday, and weekends are the best. We’re going to celebrate a first birthday this weekend and get to see some friends we haven’t seen in way too long. And on Sunday, we’re going to go see some more houses. Next week is our birthday week (Dan’s on Thursday and mine on Sunday), and birthday week is never anything less than awesome.
I leave you with my current favorite song (which is resonating even more having read all the lyrics).
Have a good weekend, dudes.