Evening Walk
A nice thing about spring, especially the days when it dresses up like summer, is how cool it gets in the evening. The heat of a summer day, which lingers into the night, is only a hint in the warm days of late spring. When the sun goes down, the heat goes down. The yard is a nice place to walk. The flowers still have a spring in their step.
Everything growing remembers the rain and is standing tall. The entire world feels soft and pliant. The leaves of the trees have a gentle rustle to them. The birds are moving about building nests. The butterflies and the moths are up and about. Even the bluebonnets are wearing a bloom or two as they go to seed and get ready for summer.
Of course, there will come that day when the sun goes down and the earth will remember how it felt to be baked, and the heat will radiate up and the trees will shudder and everything living will do its best to huddle up beneath their limbs in hopes that even a drop of water can still be found there in their shade. Plants that can will retreat to their roots while others will leave the living to the seeds they left behind. But that’s summer and this is still spring and there’s pleasure in an evening walk.