A sun-drenched July evening, warm but not muggy, a fresh breeze seeing off the few flies and bird song weaving in and out and over the trees.
As we turned for home the temperature began to drop and the sky to fill: dark clouds,
wispy clouds
and a pale half-moon hanging overhead.
A night for dancing the polka in the garden (remember A?) and never wanting to go in.........
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