Summer Evenings

After a muggy, hot day, evening was wonderful- cooler, a very slight breeze.  It was getting dark as we walked Canon around the block. It made me think of childhood, when we'd play outside until it got too dark to see.  Those are some wonderful memories- playing baseball with a tennis ball, either in our yard, between the willow trees, the Daulton's yard or the mesa;  hanging out in front, talking, walking up and down the street.

I remember a great game of capture the flag at the Hanna's house and thereabouts.  Running down to the Beckley's house to visit.  Trying out a skateboard.  Coming in when we couldn't see anymore.

Sweet memories.  A time I wouldn't mind revisiting...