Living in southern California we have very warm summers. Days are hot and so are some of the nights. This summer, after a very warm day, we opened the house to get a nice evening breeze. I stepped out on the porch and was instantly reminded of a summer evening in 1972 where I spent a couple of nights sleeping on my grandmother's porch. We had an opportunity to visit my grandmother at her home in North Dakota. I believe we were there for a family reunion. Wow, now how did I know that? I guess that is on my mind these days.
It was great. Sleeping in the cool night air. Hearing the sounds of the summer evenings. The sounds of a small town. very nice.
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