Currently Contemplating

• The inordinate delight of a summer evening on the porch

• The coolness of the breeze as it lifts the damp air off my neck

• The soft yellow glow of the firefly lights Mr. Pom faithfully strings around the porch
• The indulgent luxury of a ceiling fan outdoors

• The complete silliness of two large dogs dancing in the darkness as they  snap at the fireflies

• The feeling of being in the swaying treetops while lying on the porch sofa taking a pre-bed al fresco nap 

• The sweetness of The Princess being homesick and the pleasure in sending her a ticket to come home for the weekend and her delight  over the rain

• The touching concern of the owner of the sushi restaurant who credited our bill when he saw that I barely touched my soft shell crab

• The bouyancy  of Friday summer nights, all heady anticipation over time unmarked and endless cool mornings to walk in the woods and rich, healing cups of cappuccino and woodsmoke evenings grilling fish and  the patter of the raindrops on the hydrangea leaves,  the dogs roused from their evening naps, lifting their noses to drink in the smell of fresh rain, the long, slow ride past the Sound and the rich briny smell of the water filling the car with all the memories of summers past and summers yet to come, and the desire to sail off into the gauzy veil of dusk, parting the humidity with the crisp sheet of white sail, the firm feel of the rudder in hand, and the heel of the boat lifting us up to fly into the roundness of a July night.