Last Friday evening, July 3, 2009, was absolutely perfect in my corner of the Mid-Atlantic. After dinner, my wife and I went for an early-evening walk in the natural area nearby. The sun was getting low on the horizon and it imbued the tall grasses along the trail with gold brilliance (not nearly adequately captured in my image here). There was a steady breeze, humidity was low, and the temperature was about 70 degrees (70 degrees on July 3!). Off to the southeast, a 2/3-full moon was rising, and bats were beginning to patrol the skies just a few feet above our heads.
Why can't all of summer be just like this heavenly evening?