Summer Sublime

Last night, my girls and I met some friends for dinner in a nearby town. We finished up at about 8:15ish, which at this point in the summer is getting dusky. As we have the luck of living near the water, we drove over a bridge and from there on home, the dusk just struck me.
It’s almost a full moon and it was shimmering on the water. The sky was still light, the air was cooler than it’s been for several weeks and there was no breeze to speak of. It was one of those nights were you almost feel like there is a lack of temperature. The air is just there…neither cold or hot…just perfectly temperate.
As we drove through various neighborhood streets to return home, I was absorbed in how green and peaceful everything seemed. It was a perfect summer evening. The sun was gone, but there was still light in the sky, the moon was rising and that combination made the grass and the trees exceptionally vivid. Yet the dark areas under trees were getting darker with each passing minute.
Appearing under those trees were the glorious summer visitors…fireflies. They appearing on the lawns and we saw them twinkle as we drove. That fabulous time between day and night. Dusk on a summer’s night. No mosquitoes yet. Just good leftover air from the day and the coolish night coming on.
Car lights and warm house lights were flicking on as we drove. I remember those nights when I was a little kid….having been outside all day, but as you saw the lights come on, you knew that you’d have to go inside soon. Time to settle in after a great day of play.
Hopefully tonight will be another night like the last. It was a night to bottle.
Moonlight, summer moonlight by Emily Bronte
‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
BEND low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.
Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at ties a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

(my apologies for the format of this post….can’t figure out what happened in the settings! It won’t cooperate this morning…arg)

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