Every fall, it's like someone flips a switch, and things cool off here in Central Florida, and they stay that way for about half of the year. "Swamp ass" season, as I like to call it, lasts just long enough to be relieved when it's over. I'll take it over enduring a Cleveland winter any day.
There's a quiet peace that comes with this time of year. The air conditioners all get a break, and you don't realize how much noise they make until they're silent. It's not just inside of your own house, but outside. Those compressors, tucked in between every house, are quiet. When you sit outside, all you can hear is the breeze pushing the trees around.
It's peaceful. I definitely need a lot more peace in life right now.