The weather is delightful. So hot in Perth but it's so much cooler here by the coast. I'm loving it. I have my 'Crimsafe' security on all my windows and doors and at every opportunity I slide open the windows with great vigour! The sea breeze is refreshing and fills every nook and cranny of my home.
It is warmer outside today than usual and I balk at turning on the reverse cycle air conditioner. Dollar signs and overpriced electricity bills besiege my mind. I leave the windows open and the air conditioner off. I turn on the fans instead.
Why is it that the sweat that trickles down my neck and finds the small of my back so comforting? What is the memory here? I rack my brain to no avail but eventually it surfaces and I laugh.
My house which I own with Merv is not like any holiday home we have stayed in, the clue is the setting. We are only two kilometres from the beach. The beach I walked to this morning to enjoy my morning cuppa and a slice of fruit cake I found hiding in my fridge. It is the proximity to the beach which is the clue and the joy of fresh breezes.
I conjure up memories of beach shacks, units, old houses and even caravans we have hired for past holidays at various beach locations. Busselton, Albany, Mandurah and others. I don't think any of them had an air conditioner and most didn't have a fan. They were holidays with the sea breeze dancing through our windows. Days of sitting outside for meals or on the beach. The trickle of sweat on our necks considered a necessity never a nuisance.
So here I am in my permanent 'holiday' home enjoying the trickle of sweat as the breeze dances through my windows and doors. Precious memories of holidays visited.
With the pressures of everyday life as this year comes to a close, I choose to enjoy these memories.
