How wondrously cool it is this morning, as was the night--not at all the way it usually is in this part of the world on the first of July, but what a gift! The birds are hushed, no doubt wondering where in the world they woke up. I feel the same way. What a grace it is to be here in this world, to have the gift of this life! Thank you, dear God, for everything, especially for this breath of fresh air.