Warm evening, framed by green and flowers. Barbeque and marshmallow roasting. Laughing and talking with friends. Seeing the first firefly of the year. The 1812 Overture on the radio. While this spring could have lasted forever in my book, for the first time, I welcome a D.C. summer with open arms.
The cannons are going off now. I love this part.
Surely this week will be better than the last.
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