Indian Summer

I'm not sure quite how I feel about this time of year. The days are too hot... but that's only by comparison to what one would expect from an Idaho fall. It's not hot in comparison to say....... the Sahara. But expectations can have powerful weight, so days are rather frustrating. It's like a mini purgatory between summer and fall.

The nights, on the other hand, are wonderful. Especially if you can drive a few miles out of town around 7 PM just for the heck of it. Roll the windows down. Smell the leaves, the BBQ, that fresh coat of paint the neighbors put on their house just a few hours ago.

Soak up the random acts of vandalism. Why yes, the college kids are back in town and have nothing better to be doing. Watch as a cop takes pictures of the gooped up cars, while you take goo-gone to your own car's siding.

The end of the week, you're still alive, and you know that the Indian summer can't last that much longer. Can it?