Tonight is perfect. The air is clear, courtesy of Fay. The sky is blue, and full of birds wheeling and swooping in search of a full belly. Full of song.
One can almost consider those things you remember hearing about from your childhood (but can't quite recall doing).
Hayrides. Bobbing for apples. Bonfires. Apple Festivals. Harvest Moons.
That sort of thing.
Early autumn!
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Grandad always showed you guys the sky and the birds flying overhead.He and granmom esp liked showing you the night sky.At one time you and my mom saw a comet flame out over the ocean.I wished I had been there to see it with you.
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