Good night

My fire was in all its glory about midnight, and, having made a bark shed to shelter me from the rain and partially dry my clothing, I had nothing to do but look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers.~John Muir

A perfect evening for a fire. The air is crisp. Frogs are calling, muskrats swimming in the light of the crescent moon. The first firefly of summer is lost--wandering alone near the rising sparks.