The summer skies have been glorious at dusk lately,
and I love the way they make my moon mobile swing and glow.
Three months from now, I'll look back on these languorous days that linger into night
and remember the sounds of cicadas humming in the trees, the breezes over tall grass,
the redemption of salty, bare-skin sweat. And I'll miss it all terribly. I so love August.
"Summertime, and the livin' is easy...fish are jumpin...and the cotton is high..."
Fix yourself a tall, cool drink, then click here
and listen to Ella Fitzgerald and Satchmo sing it
in this lush, languid orchestration.