I love summer evenings. The sound of crickets, the occasional rain crow. Queen Anne's Lace swaying in the hot breeze. Soon, the grass will be dead. The humidity will be unbearable. But for now, the summer evening is beautiful.
I have quite a trip to take tomorrow. I'll post more on that later, I promise.
"This is what makes man great, his ladder to the stars." -Mumford & Sons
Put on some folk music and some bug spray. Sit outside and watch the sun sink below the horizon and the stars begin to twinkle in the eastern sky. Cherish the warm breeze and the cool grass beneath your bare feet.