It's cool, even as the indoor/outdoor thermometer resting near me says it isn't.
It seems early this year.
The Weather Gods tell me the average high temperature for this date is 83.
But in 1996, just 20 years ago, the mercury soared to 98.
We've topped that already today and the period of highest heat is still several hours away.
And the official beginning of summer is still 16 days into the future.
This is, after all, an era of much publicity about Global Warming.
It causes my mind to drift into the distant, murky past.
To period of time when an uncle had a cabin on tiny Camp Lake in Minnesota, near to the gigantic Mille Lacs Lake.
It was only about 100 miles north of his home in Minneapolis.
But it was a wonderland to a young boy from North Dakota when we would make our occasional visits there.
My aunt Alla had fixed up the interior to resemble a small lodge, with knotty pine walls and breakfast nook.
My brother and I and our cousins loved the lake.
Boyhood then was something like this*.
Yes, memories of those days long ago provide a spirit of cooling when the temperature scorches us here in sun-blessed Arizona.
*This picture doesn't come from my family. It was only borrowed from the World Wide Web to illustrate a memory.