Last night was one of those rare summer gifts: temperatures in the low seventies; a clear sky; a gentle breeze; a generally quiet neighborhood; and only a handful of mosquitoes. After dinner outside, Sarah left for yoga and I planned on mowing the lawn. However, once I noticed how pleasant the evening was, I decided that the lawn wasn’t going anywhere; poured myself a beer; and spent the evening outside with a book.

Nights like last night only occur a couple of times a year, so you’ve got to enjoy them when you can.