I'm going to miss the summer. Where everywhere you look is life and warmth and sunlight. It seems like I spend all year waiting for it and then it just slips away from me. I'll especially miss the evenings.
Outside. Bare feet. Warm sidewalk. Quiet street. As we walked by the marshy area that leads to the lake, it smelled just like tomato plants.
The light outside this time of year from 7:30-9 pm is so deliriously beautiful. I don't own a camera with the power to do it any justice, but it's overwhelming to take in. All dusty and dreamy. Like the world was drenched in a caramely glaze. Delicious.