for calling me outside. The Milky Way is breathtaking. The bullfrogs are quite happy. I don't know what a sorrowful bullfrog sounds like but I'm sure it is not like they sound tonight. Even the crickets are telling their tales. And what tales we all have...it was quite a day...not at all like the day before and the day before that. The windows are open and the AC off. There is not a street light or security light or any light for miles. The oil lamp makes me feel like Abe Lincoln if Abe Lincoln had an I-pad. Still a refreshingly stiff breeze but the cracks of branches are gone and the howling has turned to something much more soothing. Not a mosquitoe in the air, not tonight. Thank you Irene for knocking the cobwebs off the mundane.
Carry on...