july. The summer wind blew lazily into my bedroom late one July night. It was the same wind that had arrived daily since I'd returned home from college for break. My days were spent outdoors in the hot sun working with kids. At night, I retired to my bedroom where I would stay up late watching British television shows and listen to the wind. As one in the morning rolled around, I looked at the open window briefly, anxiety filling my stomach. Swallowing heavily, I turned away from it and turned off my television and DVD player. I'd just finished watching the third season of 'Coupling' for what felt like the thousandth time that summer. Glancing at my curtains blowing swiftly in the breeze, I finally stretched out on my mattress. It seemed that tonight I was off the hook. I could get up and close the window and lock it in place, but without the breeze, I knew my room would get hot and stuffy. For the past month, my dad had practically begged me to install my air conditioner so that I could sleep comfortably in the cold.
