Beowulf has also been outside tonight, quietly strolling about our tangled backyard until he made his usual escape attempt. He has since been captured and put back inside to his dismay and Mischief's delight.
I love this time of year. I love the stillness of summer nights and the quiet company of people around me.
Soon the days will start to shorten again and before I know it the air will be crisp with fall.
I am feeling slightly melancholy. I am trying to appreciate the moment without already mourning it's passing.