Last night I commented that lightning bugs are "thick as pan gravy" this season, but I haven't been able to get a picture of any.
Opened the back door tonight to let Jack out, and this one flew in, landed on the cabinet next to the door and seemed to say, "OK. Here's your chance!"
Took a snap, brushed them off into my palm and they flew away on the porch.
@DemocracySpot the cicadas hummed in the distance. Their calls echoing through the screen door faintly to add their voices to the summer sounds.
Glancing up at the ceiling, I watch the fan lazily stir the evenings heat. The night air is hot and dry against my skin, but the fan helps. The summer heat isn't quite here yet, but when the heat stays this long into the evening, it's not far now.
The evening is quiet this late into the night. The days work is over, and long have the families on my street retired for the evening. The late hours being out the night noises, the memory of the day swirling and crawling into the night sky like some serpent seeking it's prey. The monsters have not yet awoken, but are no longer entirely dormant in these hours...