It's been hot here.  Yes, this is Texas, so one assumes a certain amount of uncomfortable heat when living here.  That doesn't mean record-setting heat doesn't grab our collective attention.  Over the last few weeks, that is precisely what we have had: >100° F (37.8° C) each day with enough humidity to make it oppressive.

Then along comes a cold front.  Ooh la la…

After significant thunderstorms last night preceding the front (and those were very cool), this morning was some 20° below what it was yesterday at the same time.  Wow!  What a difference a day makes.  It has been cloudy and cool — high of 73° F (22.8° C), clearly 30° below what it was yesterday — all day long.

I'm really looking forward to winter, as I told Jenny earlier today, and have grown quite weary of the heat which seems to drain every bit of energy I have.  The longer you're out in it, the less you're capable of doing.  And it's boring.  Day after day, clear blue skies (if you ignore the haze), excessive heat and humidity… Yawn.

I prefer winter.  I like cold temperatures.  I like the precipitation options.  It's just better.  Today served as a reminder that changes are afoot, that the seasons roll on in an endless chain of transformation.