An August Sunset

There’s a slight warm breeze that rushes over you, bringing in refreshing air.  A reminder that it’s still summer.  Thick clusters of the greenest grass create an ocean of their own, rippling in that warm breeze.  Water in front of you glides by, rising with the tide, pushing into the night.  The daytime calls of birds diminish, and the crickets start their nightly serenade.  Our star slowly slips into a blanket of clouds, off to light up someone else’s day.    In this fleeting moment, everything is just right.  The night is coming earlier.  It is an August sunset.