Wait, no, that’s my second favorite summertime phrase. My favorite is, “Do you want to go get ice cream?” Which we also did this weekend.
My sweetie and I waved goodbye; gritty, tired and sticky with sunscreen, and you could feel the cool evening air settling around us as the sun went down. Yes, it was definitely going to be good sleeping weather.
It was the kind of cool evening that calls for s’mores around the firepit in the backyard. Or even better, around a campfire in the woods.
It was one of those evenings where you opt to leave the windows open rather than use the air conditioning. There’s a slight breeze to stir the curtains and air the house out. These evenings are grand, and there never seem to be enough of them.
