Some like it hot. I’m one of them. Whoever was mixing this season’s magical potion dosed the precise proportion of unusual spring warmth and little-to-no-rain, netting an endless string of perfect sunshine-filled days and mosquito-free nights specifically conceived for the summer girl in me. I’d like to bottle it.
The gloaming has usurped my day, commanding my undivided attention with a glass of wine in a lounge chair outdoors. The subtle changes that take place between the setting of the sun and total darkness hold amazing beauty. While it seems like this time should pass relatively quickly, in actuality some semblance of light lingers a little over an hour during the height of summer.
I’m not sure who shows up first, the fireflies or the twinkling stars in the cloudless night sky. Trees fade to silhouette. Zephyrs skim the pond, pulling a smooth sheet over the gentle waves, as if they’re being tucked in for the night while the crickets chirp their bedtime stories and bull frogs croak love songs in hopes of getting lucky.
By the time I reluctantly haul the cushions inside, it’s my bedtime, too. Who knows if this summer’s blend will materialize again in my lifetime? Better enjoy it now.
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