I thought about to-do lists, and things I want to write to you, and about how wonderful it is to be able to pull a few weeds and talk to bunny rabbits and catch a lightning bug and just sit in the perfect, summer air.
There's a perfect man-in-the-moon crescent in the sky with a haze around him, promising a perfectly miserable day tomorrow with the Northeast trifecta, Hazy, Hot and Humid.
And there's good red wine and cool water waiting inside, and fans and open windows glorying in each breeze.
So tonight I wish you peace and coolness. There's time enough for writing meaningful things, tomorrow.