Relative Something

I’m back in town, having left Cyndie up at the lake with her mother. The hot, humid weather continues its oppressive squeeze on us here, so staying near that great big natural cooler of a lake is where she will be. I’ll succumb to the air-conditioned atmosphere of the day job. Yesterday, when I went out to take a picture of the thick air over the lake, I noticed that every cool surface outside was damp with condensation. It made tracks.

This week, we are experiencing what would most often be referred to as, a heat wave. However, the brunt of the oppression is coming as a result of a dew point temperature that is hovering near the 80°F (26°C) mark. That manifests in a variety of obvious ways. Most ubiquitous is the puddle that forms around our water glasses. It creates the impression that there is more water outside the glass, than inside.

As is often said, “What a difference a day can make.”

Yesterday, Cyndie got out in the water for the first time since she injured her knee in May. What a lift that was for her! Everything about the day was supreme, which added to her bliss, which she expressed with irrepressible exuberance. Once again, pictures tell both stories better than words, especially the contrast…

Today

Yesterday

We are not still there anymore. Made the trip home through some fascinating clouds that eventually coalesced into a heck of a downpour. Now it is back to the grind. I’ll miss the views of my walks at the lake. This is a nice comparison of two different roads.