It's been the perfect summer evening on my back patio.
Trails of wispy clouds catching the yellow and orange hues of the setting sun turned into party streamers draped across the sky.
A quarter moon peeked into the hazel sky like the edge of a button being pushed through a buttonhole.
Trees seemed to glow from within as fluttering leaves danced in the day's final sunbeams.
Birds hopped and scratched through undergrowth in search of a last tasty tidbit before retiring for the night.
Fire flies sent messages in Morse Code.
You just can't beat this time of year.
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