Last weekend, I stepped out onto the porch.  It was one of those summer evenings of perfect temperature–not too hot, not too cold.

I just stood there  listening to the crickets and other critters make their chirps.  The birds who usually sing their songs for me during the day have gone silent…with the exception of a robin that sounds the alarm.  She must have spotted me on the porch and is warning the others of the human danger…

A beautiful night…

The wind starts to pick up, and the air changes to that of an impending storm.  I feel a drop of rain on my shoulder…and the tree tops start to sway…but then, nothing.  Storm blows over without much evidence.

It’s one of those nights where you hate going inside….