I write this every so often, but my favorite part of the day in our home is that time where we get the last little bit of real sunlight:
A picture never captures it though. There’s too much warmth in those few precious moments of golden light. There’s too much movement in the shadows cast by the trees and the blinds. And there are just enough trees to the west to make the light dance.
This is disappointing. I put a wind chime just under the air conditioner vent. If it gets moved by the air, I thought, I’ll have great music all through August. (The air has to run pretty continuously from here on in.
But the breeze didn’t budge the chime an inch. No tinkle, no dinkle.
That’s OK, though. For tonight, we grill!
