Summer's Eve

Is there anything quite as wonderful as a summer's eve? The pool towels hang on the railing and the faint smell of sunscreen floats from them mixing with the delightful fragrance of pork chops on the grill. The lawn is freshly mowed, and the purple wave petunias almost glow against a backdrop of vibrant green. My skin is soft and my hair damp from the shower that washed away the dirt of summer chores. And as the breeze blows against me it cools the slightest sting of a sunburn. The shouts of the kids in the sandbox fill the air and, when he hears them, our old dog's tail thump, thumps the deck. I can just barely make out the sound of a far off neighbor's stereo serenading their teenage daughters as they work on their sumer glow. I smile at the memory of those carefree days. It won't be long before the sun starts to fall below the horizon and the sound of the crickets and frogs will sing me to sleep with the soft whir of the fan as it rotates in the background. No, there's nothing better than a summer's eve.