Light light

Arid white heat to complement dry warm air circulating outside; gusts of iridescent foamy fieriness flowing through metal meshes mounted behind windows in a chess play of incalescence breeze.
Hot and sunny as it maybe, it isn't the least bit greasy, dense, polluted, ashen.
The way it imbues the whole house with a suffused golden glow, like a gossamer tint of trickling honey, soft in its harshness, clean in its virtue.
Chirruping in a an aggregation of bird opera are the little avians of twittering delights- a discombobulated chorus of perfect tenors.
Afternoons..yes!!