After the rain tonight I went out to the garden to pick a few tomatoes because I saw that some were super-ripe and nearly ready to fall from the vines themselves. It was that magical time–almost mystical–right after a storm when it’s not-yet-night but not-quite-day. The sky had a glow to it and–because of the heavy downpour–the air smelled almost floral. It was peaceful…all evenings should be like this.
Urban Simplicty 