NIGHT IN THE SUBURBS

It's not eighty degrees outside anymore.  Not at night.  It's rather cool outside.  Probably sit on the front porch to admire the freshly mowed lawn.  Perhaps drink some lemonade while looking at the quietness of the suburban neighborhood.  The streets and the sidewalks are empty.  Yeah, there are folks in the suburbs at night, but all of them are indoors.  Meanwhile, I'm the only one sitting on the front porch sipping on a lemonade while looking around me.  It's quiet.  It's peaceful.  It's rather nice.  I felt calm.  I felt at peace.  I'm enjoying night in the suburbs.
And as I'm lost in thought in the Summertime, here are some photos of Daria Werbowy.