The humidity had broken from the typical August summer days of the NE. As I was sitting at my daughter’s soccer practice last evening I was taking in wonders of what nature had to offer. The tiny bees buzzing around the unmowed clover. Moths emerging from the grass in swarms only to resettle in a new location to have it happen over and over as the kids run back and forth. The activity was endless. 2 hours passed rather quickly. The sky began to change. The sun started to set in the west. A painting, of sorts. A palette of colors. Clouds neither coming nor going. Long whispers of colored nature.
I wonder what Mother Nature has for me tonight?