Much of the time, and I'm not the first to say this, Houstonians are either slogging through summer, dreading for it come or praying for it to end. Then there are days like today, when we cannot remember what heat and humidity mean. It's clear, it's a tiny bit cold. It's bliss. I snapped this shot of the UH campus on a quiet Friday afternoon. I had stepped outside, trying to shake off the thoughts that were bugging me. It worked. Thanks Houston. And yes, I will soon forget I ever said or thought this!
