For two weeks summer has been a birthright I've pretended will never end. Each day balmy and placid, each night a symphony of katydid and cricket chirps.
Today, maybe more of the same, if the rain behaves itself, stays tropical and warm, doesn't veer into a chill autumn drizzle.
I know it's only a matter of time before the illusion ends. But I'll take it as long as I can.