I am cautiously optimistic that we are finally done with the triple-digit temperatures for the year. Just as I remember the change of seasons in Phoenix from all my past years here, it was as if someone flipped a switch the other day and it was suddenly autumn. There's a change in the air; a change in the light. While we're not out of air conditioning season completely yet (another few weeks, if memory serves), it's positively chilly in the mornings when I take the dogs out, and as I sit at the coffee house writing this tonight, they have the big rolling door up, letting in the glorious cool evening breeze.
And the mosquitos also seem to have departed. Even better, because I've grown very weary of being a walking buffet table.