I love the last part of the day, when the sun sneaks below the horizon and the summer heat turns into a soft warm. Often I will wait and head out into the yard between and 8 and 9 o'clock. Last night this amazing sunset was just waiting for an audience.
It's a quiet time. The deer are out eating in the back field and the yard is saturated with the blinking of lightening bugs. The lights on the store and on the backporch emit a warm yellow glow. It's a good time for a big deep breath. It's a time when I fall more deeply in love with our little home, our little piece of the world.
It's my time. It's my Summertime. Do you have a favorite time of day? Does it change with the seasons?