It was about 7:55 (per usual) and I'd gotten about half way when I realized something was amiss. Looking around nothing appeared out of its normal place. Half-a-dozen cars were in their customary, early-bird parking spaces beneath the half-a-dozen trees in the parking lot; the maintenance crew was darting around in their converted golf carts; the black birds were squawking. I couldn't figure it out.
Then shifting my perception to skin on my back, I realized there was no sweat there! I couldn't believe it! Almost in a panic, I thought to myself, 'Am I somehow so thoroughly dehydrated as to not be able to sweat?' Then, as if awaking to the reality of a fairy land, I noticed that the sun was behind clouds and the morning temperature was not in the nineties. And, though the humidity was still high, I was actually comfortable. Walking into my office, I turned on my fan, but not with the normal sense of desperation, but simply as it is my daily habit.
Praise God for these simple pleasures!
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