There are only a few days each year where I'm perfectly warm. That is to say, not hot enough to sweat, but not cool enough for a sweater. Just skin and air and it's just right. Yesterday was one of those days. Even the breeze - which was strong at times, was warm.
After the boys went to bed, Chris and I washed the deck and then sat on the deck chairs and watched the sky. It was about 9:30 and the sun was still playing on the clouds. Oh, it was beautiful - the colors, the movement, the temperature. Finally it all went gray and I realized that the sun had just gone down on the longest day of the year. I'm glad I was there to appreciate it.
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