Day is dying in the west, and it's nice outside.

Day is dying in the west, and it’s nice outside.

As late afternoon faded into dusk, we lingered outside in the happy place until Father Sun fully set sometime after 8:00. This was the first evening since June that the outdoors were truly pleasant. We’ve had bearable evenings here and there since July, but bearing most of those took strong measures of resolve and gritty determination to ignore the sultry air, the still absence of wind motion, and the sticky sweat that causes your clammy tee-shirt to cling about the collar.

Tonight, a cluster of thunderstorms dying just to the east ushered in a persistent easterly that caused the flambeaux to flicker and flutter. We didn’t sweat at all! The late evening out set just the right tone for the beginning of a weekend of patio daze.