There were other things to worry about than the weather, though. Like that coffee Gavin had promised. He wrapped a towel around his hips, tucked the corner in to secure it, and left the bathroom softly whistling. He stopped suddenly, snapped his fingers, and spun on his axis. With a sheepish grin, he shut the window and pulled the blind back into place. He had to start remembering these things.
It was bright in the kitchen once he’d drawn the heavy drapery away from the sliding door, and at ground level, now dressed and staring into the back yard, all premonitions towards approaching autumn had been annihilated. Early morning sunlight streamed through the glass and laid rectangles of bright light on the tile floor and the table. At ground level it was still summer.
The coffee Gavin had m
