The air this late August night is absolutely perfect. After a scorching day, of which we haven't had very many of lately, the evening is cool and calm. Inside the house, it is stuffy and still, almost as if the cool air outside refuses to enter through open windows.
Walking through the backyard, the air feels soft and fresh on my bare arms. It makes me want to keep walking so I can soak in as much as I can. In no time at all, we will be covering up with heavy sweaters and long pants, trying to fend off the winter chills.
The days of summer are getting shorter. The sun sets lower in the sky and birds that I haven't seen since their spring migration are suddenly resting in the pond on their return journey south. This morning, I passed by a family of Sandhill Cranes eating their breakfast from the ditch on the side of Clover Road. The once-auburn feathers on their back are now fading to gray -- sure sign that they will leave soon.
I live for nights like tonight. I wish it would be like this always. I wish that I had nothing to do but sit on the patio and stare at the sky, soaking in the beauty through my bare arms.
Summer evenings are the best! (Except for the mosquitos, which were out in full force, preying on me, tonight.)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to our writing community, Jennifer.
Beautiful writing! I love any night out on my porch but the last days of summer are the best. I just started blogging this summer and this is a great place to be! I think you will love it!
ReplyDeleteI had such a beautiful picture of this evening. The differences of August evenings are subtle, aren't they? Welcome to SOLSC.
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