Sometimes you get the transient moments of perfect of a summer's night.

Wednesday evening, I had just finished a satisfying and entertaining night of open mic, where I did NOT suck, and others were stellar. Around the corner on my way home was an ice cream and custard stand, all decked out in neon and sparkly lights. The sunset had reached that Maxfield Parish state of bottom-lit pink clouds in a deep turquoise sky, behind the stand. I had been craving a frozen custard for a hot, dry week. Waiting in line, admiring the sky, watching folks drive up, join the line while chatting with friends and neighbors who'd been served and relishing their choices, was such a crystallization of the best of summer.

The cone was a large waffle cone, well filled, a bargain at $2.50. I wish you all such simple, but vastly rich moments of summer.

Joanne in hot muggy Cleveland (enough rain to pump up the humidity, but not enough to give relief to the shriveling trees)