When my days are full of people, meetings, instant messages, texts, and everyone needing something now from me, an evening in the back porch is my “Red Bull”. While I dream of a backyard with some sort of water feature, a palette of flowers, and a comfy, all weather lounge chair, I really have just a rod iron table and bouncy chair, a grill, and a lavender plant that has begged to be watered in the 100* heat. But once the sun is just a rose colored memory, I sit. And enjoy the locusts, the hum of the air conditioner that is working overtime, and the frogs who are looking for dinner. There is something to be said for quiet. I don’t get to experience it enough. Or I’m too busy to grab it when I see it. There is nothing more I like about summer than sitting on the back porch and looking into the night sky. And wondering if the star light I see is from a star that is but a memory now.
U’ll take it over a can of Red Bull any day.