July 3, 2016
After a long, sweaty day cleaning the porch - which never happened last year for whatever reason, and which now looks spectacular - we went into the pool. It was a rejuvvenation, leaching away whatever weight and strain had accumulated in the body during its labors. Sitting on the porch as night approached, listening to the amazing, groovy, trippy, retro, Gatsyby-esque styling sounds of WFUV, it was a perfect summer holiday weekend evening. The sky settled into a Maxfield Parrish dream that slowly faded as the fireflies came out for their twilight dance. Why can't every Sunday night be like this?