My Window Is Open

Finally and at long last.

Marco and Lucy prefer to patrol the street from an open window. (Author’s photo)

I’ve lived in Austin, Texas since 1984. Coming from Connecticut, in August of course (because university moves always take place in August), I do have some sense of what hot weather is like. That first year I would come home from classes on the no-AC shuttle bus and go straight to sleep. It’s a wonder I did any homework at all.