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Sometimes, as we get older, we sit and remember. This morning I flashed to warm summer evenings. Growing up in the Midwest I got to experience just about every type of weather imaginable. Blizzards, howling winds, tornadoes, droughts, burning sun, humidity you could cut with a knife...But, summer evenings were something else. The sun would begin to set around 7:30, the breeze would pick up just a bit. The crickets would start the symphony with cicadas joining in. The bullfrogs would add to the bass. The whip-or-wills would begin their nightly serenade. Soon the fireflies would appear, providing the most amazing light show. My Dad would be in the garden, checking on the growth, more often than not pointing out that we kids needed to pull weeds in the morning. Mom would come outside after finishing the dishes. They would then sit in the lawn chairs cooling off and sharing those talks about kids, bills, work, and neighbors. Those intimate conversations that are only know to married couples. As the sun sank lower it was time for me to go in, get cleaned up and go to bed. I was the youngest with the earliest bed time. I can still remember going to bed before sunset. But as dusk turned to darkness the house cooled, the breeze wafted through the windows and the light cotton quilt was cool and warming. In a second it was morning.