I’ve been all around this world, and there’s nothing that beats sitting on my back porch on a soft summer night watching the sun go down,

See the fireflies, bottom right center of the picture? They’re really getting thick now.
Tales from Skunk Hill
Purty!
If you made a stained glass window of that sunset everyone would say it looked fake
Anne…we call this a “Bob Ross” kind of sky.
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